MY FATHER (NEW YORK) WAS THE COLDEST PIMP THAT I HAVE EVER
KNOWN. HE GOT DOWN WITH THE GAME FOR DECADES. THE WHOLE
WHILE THAT HE WAS HUSTLIN’ HE STAYED TRUE TO THE GAME. HE
OBEYED EVERY RULE. HE DIDN’T DO THE DRUG SCENE LIKE MOST OF
THE WASHED UP PIMPS DID. HE ALWAYS WARNED ME AND MY
BROTHERS ABOUT USING DRUGS. NOW HE IS IN HIS 60′S AND HE HAS
RETIRED HIS LIFE OF PIMPISM. HIS GAME WILL ALWAYS LIVE ON. WE
NOW LIVE IN TIMES WHEN THE GAME IS EXPLOITED BY THOSE THAT
WERE BORN TOO LATE TO PARTICIPATE OR THOSE THAT WERE TOO
SQUARE TO GET DOWN. THIS IS ANOTHER FACET OF MY LIFE. I AM NOT A
PIMP MYSELF, BUT I WAS SEASONED BY SOME OF L.A.’S BEST. MY ROLE
MODELS WERE NOT DOCTORS AND LAWYERS, WHEN I WAS GROWING
UP. THERE WERE PIMPS AND HUSTLERS IN MY NEIGHBOR HOOD. THERE
WERE NO JOBS SO EVERYONE ADMIRED A MAN THAT KNEW HOW TO
TAKE CARE OF HIMSELF. DOCTORS, LAWYERS AND ALL OF THE
MYTHOLOGICAL FIGURES THAT WE SHOULD ADMIRE DON’T LIVE IN THE
HOOD THAT I GREW UP
MY ROLE MODELS WERE THE ESCAPING WHERE THEY CAME FROM AND
DENYING ALL KNOWLEDGE OF EVER LIVING IN THAT GANG INFESTED,
COMMUNITY OF DRUGS AND VIOLENCE. I WAS NEVER TURNED OUT; I
WAS BORN TO THE GAME. THE GAME HAS BEEN A PART OF ME, AS LONG
AS I HAVE BEEN A PART OF IT. I TOLD MY 13 YEAR OLD SON RONALD2
THAT, IF HE EVER JOINED A GANG, I WILL KILL HIM MYSELF. I TOLD HIM,
“I AM THE ONE THAT GAVE YOU YOUR LIFE AND I WILL BE THE ONE TO
TAKE YOUR LIFE.” I TOLD HIM THAT I WAS SENDING HIM TO JOBCOR
WHEN HE TURNS 16. HE THINKS THAT I AM BEING MEAN BUT IN THE
FUTURE HE WILL REALIZE THAT I HAD A PRECONCEIVED PLAN TO SAVE
HIS LIFE. HE DOES NOT REALIZE THAT I HAVE NEVER BEEN ANYWHERE
OR DONE ANYTHING. HE HIMSELF HAS THE OPPURTUNITY TO DO
ANYTHING AND GO ANYWHERE. MAYBE HE WILL APPRECIATE ME WHEN
HE FINDS OUT HOW HARD MY LIFE WAS. THE HOOD IS A MOBILIZING
ZONE OF MILITARIZATION. THINGS ARE CONSTANTLY CHANGING
AROUND US. THE LAST TIME THAT I CHECKED, IT WAS STILL RAINING
BULLETS. THE BIRD OVER HEAD IS FOLLOWING ME CLOSELY AS I RUN
FROM YARD TO YARD, IN THE COLD NIGHT AIR. THE MORE I SWEAT, THE
CLOSER THEY GET. FROM THE SKY MY BODY HEAT EXPOSES ME TO THE
HEAT SEEKING, TRACKING DEVICES THAT ARE BEING PUT TO USE BY THE
EYE IN THE SKY. BLACK AND WHITE CARS SCREAM THROUGH THE
STREET TRYING TO LAY BACK JUST ENOUGH SO THAT YOU CAN’T HEAR
THEM COMING. I WILL REMAIN AMONG THE SHADOWS AND TREES, I
HEAR A SOUND. I TURN AND AN L.A.P.D. K-9 POLICE DOG JUMPED INTO
MY FACE OUT OF THE DARKNESS.

THE WORLD IS CLOSING IN ON ME. THERE IS NO ROOM FOR ME TO
MOVE. MY ACTIVITIES ARE CLOSELY MONITORED. I AM EITHER LOOKING
UP AT THE WALL OR THROUGH THE FENCE. I HAVE LIFTED ALL OF THE
WEIGHTS THAT I COULD LIFT. I HAVE TALKED ON THE PHONE FOR AS
LONG AS I COULD TALK. I HAVE WRITTEN ALL OF MY LETTERS AND HAVE
NOW RETURNED FROM THE CHOWHALL. I EXERCISE MY BODY IN THE
MORNING. ARMS, CHEST, LEGS, ETC. TO BUILD THE MIND IS TO BUILD
THE BODY. TONIGHT I WILL GO TO THE LIBRARY. IF I AM LUCKY I WILL
BE FORTUNATE ENOUGH TO FIND BOOKS LIKE “BLOOD IN MY EYE” BY
GEORGE JACKSON OR I WILL STUDY THE UNITED STATES CONSTITUTION
ALONG WITH ALL 27 AMENDMENTS. UPON MY PAROLE, I WISH TO BE
DUALLY ENDOWED, MIND AND BODY. I HAVE BENCHPRESSED 300
POUNDS. I HAVE BACK ARMED 200 POUNDS. I HAVE READ 312 BOOKS.
THAT IS THE WAY THAT YOU GET YOUR MIND OUT OF JAIL. “LEARN
SOMETHING WHILE YOU ARE IN THERE, THAT WILL KEEP YOU ON THE
STREET. THE ALLEYS OF MY HOOD HAVE 10 FOOT SECURITY FENCES AT
BOTH ENDS OF THEM. BY LOCKING UP ALL OF THE TRASH IN THE
ALLEYS AND KEEPING THE HOMELESS RECYCLERS OUT. IS THAT WHAT
MAKES OUR NEIGHBORHOOD SAFER FROM CRIME? THERE ARE
SECURITY GATES BEING PUT AROUND EVERY COMMUNITY
SURROUNDING THE WESTSIDE ROLLIN’ 20′S. IS THAT TO KEEP THE
RESIDENTS IN OR TO KEEP THE ROLLIN’ 20′S NEIGHBORHHOD BLOODS
OUT? I AM A NATIVE OF WEST ADAMS, THE HEART OF THE ROLLIN’ 20′S. I
WENT TO SCHOOL ON SUGAR HILL. I WENT TO JAIL ON ADAMS BLVD. I
HAVE HUSTLED ON THESE DANGEROUS STREETS. I HAVE FOUGHT FOR
MY NEIGHBORHOOD. IT WAS OUR RIGHT TO INHERIT NEIGHBORHOOD
FROM THE O/G’S. WE PUT THE “B” IN THE GAME AND PASSED IT DOWN
TO THE Y/G’S. WE MADE A CONTRIBUTION OF TWO FINGERS (FOR
TWENTIES) TO THE PINKY AND THUMB THAT WE ACKNOWLEDGE
EVERYONE WITH. WE TURNED THE OLD SCHOOL INTO THE NEW SCHOOL,
WE MADE Y/G’S FROM O/G’S. I WAS SCHOOLED BY BLOODS THAT WORE
LEATHER JACKETS, BRIMS, AND ROMEOS. SOME WORE STACEY ADAMS
OR BISCUITS. THAT WAS FIRST AND SECOND GENERATION SHIT. LET ME
CLARIFY MY STATUS AS AN O/G ROLLIN’ 20′S BLOOD. I AM 3RD
GENERATION NEIGHBORHOOD, FIRST GENERATION NEIGHBORHOOD
BLOOD.THAT MAKES THE “B” A PART OF ME. BLOOD FLOWS THROUGH
MY VEINS JUST THE SAME AS BLOOD FLOWS THROUGH THE WORLD.
FROM THE NATIVE BLOODS OF WASHINGTON STATE, TO THE GRIMEY
BLOODS OF THE EASTCOAST, LET MY BLOOD FLOW DEEP!! “WHAT IT
BLEED LIKE?

IF IT’S FOR THE BENEFIT OF THE FUTURE I DEMAND TO “B” THE FIRST
SACRIFICE. THE VALUE OF LIVING IS FAR MORE GREATER THAN THE
SACRIFICE OF ONE LIFE. TO LOVE LIFE, IS TO APPRECIATE AND RESPECT
EVERYDAY OF LIFE. THERE ARE SOON TO BE NO MORE MARTIN LUTHER
KINGS OR JAMES BALDWINS, BECAUSE WE ARE SACRIFICING THEM TO
THE GANG LIFE. WE ARE LOSING OUR MOST ARTICULATE INDIVIDUALS.
WHAT IS TO BECOME OF US AS A RACE? WE MUST NOW PROTECT AND
SHELTER OUR SONS. THEY ARE THE SEEDS OF OUR NEXT GENERATIONS
EXISTENCE AND PROLIFERATION. THEY ARE THE BEARERS OF OUR LAST
NAMES THAT ARE PASSED DOWN FROM GENERATION TO GENERATION. I
DIED A THOUSAND TIMES AS A YOUNGSTER GROWING UP AMONG THE
MADDNESS OF L.A.’S BLOODS AND CRIPS. SO MANY BODIES HAVE
FALLEN THAT I HAVE NOW LOST TRACK OF THE BODY COUNT. I AM A
BLOOD, I DIED IN VIET NAM AND DID TIME IN THE HANOI HILTON. I AM
BLOOD, I EVOLVED FROM SOCIAL DISCONTENTMENT AND RESISTANCE.
IN THE PAST I WAS JUST BLACK, BUT NOW I AM RED. WHEN WE BOND IN
RESISTANCE, YOU CALL ME BLOOD. IN THE PAST IF I WAS BLOOD, I WAS
YOUR BROTHER. THE OLD PLAYERS DON’T KNOW MY NAME, SO THEY
PAY THEIR RESPECTS TO ME BY CALLING ME”YOUNGBLOOD.” I DIED IN
THE STREETS OF WEST ADAMS FOR REPRESENTING ROLLIN’ 20′S
NEIGHBORHOOD BLOODS, TO THE FULLEST. SEVEN DAYS LATER I WAS
BURIED, EXCUSE ME , I SAID THAT THIS WOULD NOT BE ANOTHER
MACHIAVELLIAN SMOKESCREEN (LAST VICTIM OF GANG VIOLENCE). MY
YOUNG HOMEBOY JUST PASSED AND I DIED AGAIN. IN THE FUTURE
THERE WILL BE A NEED TO GENETICALLY REPRODUCE SO THAT THE
BLACK WOMEN CAN PROLIFERATE OUR EXISTENCE. SELF DESTRUCTION
AND GENOCIDE ARE AMONG US.

WE ARE FIGHTING A LOSING FIGHT AND THERE ARE NO WINNERS. TO A
YOUTH LIVING IN LOS ANGELES, LIFE MAY NOT HAVE ANY VALUE. KIDS
WATCH THEIR CHILDHOOD FRIENDS DIE IN THE HOOD, FOR THE HOOD.
SO THIS MAKES THEM BELIEVE IT IS THEIR CALLING TO “B” FROM THE
HOOD. THERE ARE MASSES OF YOUNG PEOPLE THAT ARE LIVING TO
FIGHT FOR THEIR NEIGHBORHOODS. THEY KNOW THAT IN ORDER TO
STAY ALIVE IN L.A YOU HAVE GOT TO FIGHT FOR YOUR LIFE. THE VALUE
OF CIVILIAN LIFE IN THE 20′S IS THAT, FOR EVERY ONE BLOOD THAT
DIES, TEN CIVILIANS WILLINGLY JOIN UP WITH THE BLOODS BY CHOICE. I
DIED ONCE IN A DRIVE-BY SHOOTING, ANOTHER TIME I WAS KILLED AS
AN INNOCENT BY-STANDER. I DIDN’T DIE WHEN THEY SHOT ME ON THE
CORNER OF RAYMOND AND ADAMS IN 1985.

I WAS KILLED EXECUTION-STYLE BY MY ENEMIES. THEY DUCT TAPED ME
TO A CHAIR AND SHOT ME IN THE HEAD TWICE. I WAS DRAGGED OUTSIDE
AND SHOT SIX TIMES IN THE HEART. I GOT KILLED BY A COWARD, THAT
SHOT ME ONCE IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD. HE HAD TO BE A BUSTER, HE
COULDN’T LOOK INTO MY EYES BEFORE MAKING ME DEAD. I DIE EVERY
TIME A MOTHER CRIES FROM LOSING THEIR BABIES TO THIS CRAZY ASS
LIFESTYLE. I CRY EVERYTIME THE BLACK PLAGUE OF DEATH TAKES ONE
OF THE BABIES THAT WE CALL YOUNG HOMIES.

I DIED WITH BABY TIPPY ON THE FOURTH OF JULY AND I DIED WITH
ISEMAN ON FRIDAY THE 13TH LAST JUNE. I DIED IN A SHOOTNG ON
HALLOWEEN.

WE HAVE NOW MOURNED OUR “B”LOVED HOMIES ISEMAN AND J.B. WE
LOST ISEMAN TO THE STREETS, BUT GOD TOOK J.B. NOW I MOURN THE
LOSS OF BABY TIPPY, I WRITE ABOUT YOU AS I CRY ABOUT YOU. HE
WAS YOUNG ENOUGH TO BE MY SON, BUT I LOOKED OUT FOR HIM LIKE
HE WAS MY LITTLE BROTHER. HE RODE BACK WITH ME, FROM THE
FUNERAL OF Y/G LIL DOG FROM BLACK-P-STONE (CONSCIOUS
REVOLUTION). WE ACTUALLY DISCUSSED RELIGION, LIFE, DEATH AND
GANGBANGIN’ WE DISCUSSED GANG INTERVENTION, HE FELT THAT
THERE WAS NO HOPE IN SIGHT. I ASKED ABOUT HIS LIFE AND HIS
FEELINGS, HE SAID,”YOU KNOW HOW THINGS ARE OUT HERE IT’S
FUCKED UP.” THAT IS A VERY POPULAR ANSWER TO THAT QUESTION IN
L.A., ASK ANY YOUNGSTER. ALL GREAT MEN WERE BORN INTO THEIR
OWN PLACE IN TIME. WHAT WILL TIME BE WORTH, WHEN WE HAVE
MURDERED ALL OF THE GREATEST MEN AMONG US. I DON’T THINK OF
MYSELF AS GREAT, BUT I WAS BORN INTO A FUCKED UP PLACE IN TIME.

AM I HAUNTED OR AM I WANTED? I MUST ADDRESS THAT QUESTION TO
MY HIGHER POWER. L.A. IS PLAGUED WITH DEATH AND WE ARE OUR
OWN WORST ENEMIES. HOW MANY TIMES WILL I HAVE TO DIE? BEFORE
WE REALIZE, THAT, “TO KILL ONE BLACK MAN IS TO KILL AN ENTIRE
GENERATION OF BLACK.” PEOPLE. WILL I REALLY HAVE TO MAKE MY
POINT AND REALLY GO OUT AS THE LAST VICTIM OF GANG VIOLENCE?
OR AM I SENTENCED TO INFINITELY WONDER, HOW MANY TIMES WILL I
HAVE TO DIE? FORGIVE US FOR THE DAMAGE THAT WE HAVE CAUSED
FOR WE KNOW NOT WHAT IT IS THAT WE ARE DOING. “B” THE STREETS
MY CHURCH, MY RED FLAG “B” MY CROSS. CRUCIFY ME AND NAIL ME
TO THAT CROSS SO THAT THE SINS OF ALL GANG MEMBERS SHALL “B”
FORGIVEN (POWER OF WORDS).

THEY SNUCK INTO MY HOUSE AND KILLED ME IN MY SLEEP.THEY PUT A
PILLOW OVER MY HEAD AND PRESED THE BARRELL OF THEIR GUN INTO
IT TO MUFFLE THE SOUND OF THE SHOT. THEY THEN PULLED THE
TRIGGER AND BLEW MY BRAINS ALL OVER MY BED SHEETS. I AM O/G/B
MADD RONALD FROM WESTSIDE ROLLIN’ 20′S NEIGHBORHOOD BLOODS.
SINCE I AM A BLOOD, I AM ONE OF THE MOST HATED OF ALL. I HAVE
BEEN DYING FOR THE LAST 28 YEARS IN THE STREETS OF L.A. MY
BLOOD STILL STAINS THE SIDEWALKS OF ADAMS BLVD, AS A REMINDER
OF HOW MANY TIMES, I HAVE DIED. THEY JUMPED OUT OF THEIR VAN
BEARING AUTOMATIC WEAPONS. MY RED SHOE LACES SPOKE FOR
THEMSELVES. THEY SET MY CHEST ABLAZE WITH GUNFIRE. THEY HEARD
ME GASPING FOR MY FINAL BREATHS, WHILE BLOOD BUBBLED OUT OF
MY MOUTH. THEY GAVE A GUN TO THEIR YOUNG.

HOMEBOY AND TOLD HIM TO “FINISH THE JOB!!” BOOM!! BOOM!! THERE
WERE TWO SHOTS, BUT I WAS DEAD AFTER THE FIRST ONE. I HATED
CRIPS FOR 22 YEARS. NOW I CAN NO LONGER HATE ANYMORE. I HAVE
REALIZED THAT, ” THROUGH MY SELF HATRED I WAS BREEDING SELF
DESTRUCTION.” OUR ANCESTORS WERE LYNCHED, HUNG AND
DEHUMANIZED BECAUSE OF THE COLOR OF THEIR SKIN. THESE DAYS
WE DEHUMANIZE ONE ANOTHER BECAUSE OF THE COLOR THAT WE
HAVE CHOSEN TO ROLL WITH.

AUGUST 2ND MAKES ME 36 YEARS OLD. I WILL HAVE BEEN A ROLLIN’
20′S BLOOD FOR 28 YEARS. I HAVE NEVER HAD THE CHANCE TO DROP
OUT. I HAVE SEEN MASSES OF PEOPLE DROP OUT. SOME LEFT THE
NEIGHBORHOOD AND STARTED FAMILIES, SOME GOT JOBS, SOME HAD
FOUND THEIR HIGHER POWER OR CONSCIOUSNESS. WHATEVER IT “B” IT
GOT THEM OUT. IF I AM FORTUNATE ENOUGH TO SURVIVE FOR 48 MORE
MONTHS, I WILL HAVE BEEN A BLOOD FOR 30 YEARS. I MIGHT TAKE A
CHANCE AND WALK OUT OF ALL OF THIS WITH MY NAME AND RESPECT
FULLY INTACT AFTER 30 YEARS. I MAY HAVE TO VENTURE DEEP WITHIN
MY OWN SOUL TO FIGURE OUT, WHO I REALLY AM. I MIGHT BECOME A
SQUARE AND WRITER BOOKS ABOUT A MYTHOLOGICAL CHARACTER
CALLED “MADD RONALD.” I MAY DECIDE TO STOP LIVING FOR MYSELF
AND SEEK A SOUL MATE FOR MARRIAGE. SO THAT THEN I MAY HAVE
SOMEONE ELSE TO LIVE FOR. I MIGHT WALK RIGHT OFF OF THE FACE
OF THE EARTH. THAT’S NOT THAT HARD IN L.A. I MAY BE FOUND LIVING
IN A CARDBOARD CONDO, ON A DOWNTOWN (SKID ROW) SIDEWALK OR
HOLLYWOOD OR MAC ARTHUR PARK (IN L.A.). THE WORLD WOULD HAVE
TO STEP OVER ME TO PASS. NO ONE WOULD EVEN CARE THAT THIS IS
O/G/B MADD RONALD FROM THE 20′S. THEY WON’T KNOW THAT I GOT
MY BLOOD ON FOR 22 CONSECUTIVE YEARS WITH NO KUT. THEY
WOULD NEVER REALIZE THAT I AM ONE OF THE MOST RESPECTED
ROLLIN’ 20′S BLOODS. THAT MEANS THAT NO ONE WOULD BE
INTERESTED IN WHY I HAVE A RED CARD BOARD BOX TO LIVE IN. THEY
WON’T REALIZE EVEN THOUGH I AM NOT INSIDE OF THE HOOD THE HOOD
IS STILL INSIDE OF ME.I WILL HAVE NO MATERIAL POSSESSIONS. I WILL
HAVE NO MONETARY NEEDS. I WON’T EVEN HAVE A DOLLAR IN MY
POCKET. I MAY BE WEARING ALL OF THE CLOTHING THAT I OWN IN THIS
WORLD, BUT I WOULD STILL BE HAPPY. I WOULD BE HAPPY BECAUSE
AFTER 30 YEARS ON THE SETT, I MADE IT OUT WITH MY LIFE. I HAVE
WITNESSED THE FINALITY OF DEATH WILL IT BE MY FATE TO BE
WITNESSED AS ANOTHER FATALITY OF L.A.’S MEAN WAYS? L.A. HAS GOT
TO BE THE HOME OF ONE OF THE BLOODIEST WARS TO EVER TAKE
PLACE IN NORTH AMERICA.

MALCOLM X WOULD ROLL OVER IN HIS GRAVE, IF HE COULD SEE THE
CONDITIONS OF GENOCIDE THAT WE (OURSELVES) HAVE INFLICTED
UPON OUR PEOPLE. I SAW MORE THAN 700 ROLLIN’ 20′S
NEIGHBORHOOD BLOODS PAY THEIR LAST RESPECTS TO OUR “B”LOVED
ISEMAN, LAST WEEK. I WAS AMAZED TO SEE THE 20′S IN SUCH MASSIVE
NUMBERS. SOME ARE SAYING, THERE WAS 1,000 OF US. I HOPE THE DAY
THAT I DIE, THAT THE ROLLIN’ 20′S LOVE ME AS MUCH AS THEY LOVE
ISEMAN. I DIED AT HIS VIEWING, WHEN I SAW MY CHILDHOOD FRIEND
LAYING THERE LIFELESS AND INANIMATE. I DIED AGAIN WHEN I TOUCHED
HIS COLD HAND AND DID NOT FEEL HIS WARM PULSE. THAT DIDN’T FEEL
LIKE THE HAND THAT HAD SHAKEN MY HAND SO MANY TIMES WHEN WE
WERE GROWING UP.

THE REALEST THING IN LIFE IS DEATH. WE ALL HAVE GOT TO DIE. I
EMBRACE DEATH INTO MY LIFE EVERYDAY. LIFE IS HARD AND IT IS
GETTING HARDER. I AM VERY AWARE THAT THERE IS NO ONE THAT IS
PROBLEM-FREE. I ENDURE THE STRESS OF LIFE EVERYDAY. NOT ONLY
FOR MYSELF BUT ALSO FOR MANY OTHERS THAT CAN’T ENDURE THE
STRESS. IMAGINE YOUR EVERYDAY STRESS OF JUST TRYING TO GET BY
FROM DAY TO DAY COMBINED WITH MY STRESS OF TRYING NOT TO GET
KILLED. THAT IS WHAT I GO THROUGH EVERYDAY. I DIED WITH MY
HOMEGIRL HEEBOE FROM ROLLIN’ 20′S BLOODS, WHEN THEY KILLED
HER 4 TIMES WITH AN AK47 AT THE BEEHIVE. SHE MUST SERVE A
SUPREME PURPOSE TO GOD, BECAUSE HE SENT HER BACK TO US TO
FINISH SERVING HER PURPOSE. SHE WAS GRANTED HER 2ND LIFE. I
DON’T HAVE ANYMORE FEELINGS, SO I CAN NO LONGER BE SAD. THE
MENTION OF THE WORD DEATH MAKES MY HEAD SPIN SO BAD THAT I
FEEL LIKE, I WANT TO FALL DOWN, BUT I AM SCARED TO FALL BECAUSE,
I MAY NOT BE GETTING BACK UP. I AM ALL CRIED OUT, SO I HAVE NO
MORE TEARS. I CAN NO LONGER MOURN FOR ALL THOSE THAT I HAVE
LOSS. I MUST CELEBRATE THE MEMORIES OF THEIR LIVES. I WILL NOT
BE SELFISH. IT WAS A BLESSING TO KNOW YOU ALL. IT WAS A GIFT TO
HAVE THE OPPURTUNITY TO SHARE YOUR MOMENTS IN TIME. WHEN I
WAS A KID MY FATHER WOULD COSTANTLY LACE ME WITH GAME IN
MANY DIFFERENT WAYS. THEY SAY THAT, ” THE GAME IS TO BE SOLD,
NOT TOLD.” SO I WILL LEAVE YOU WITH A PINCH OF WHAT I WAS TOLD,”
THERE ARE TWO KINDS OF MEN IN THIS WORLD. THOSE THAT ACT BAD
AND THOSE THAT ARE BAD ACTORS. “B” SAFE.

Am I immortal or am I just fooling myself? Will I be remembered like Malcolm X, Martin Luther King or Ghandi?
What makes history a fact, is that someone took the time to write it. Will I be a character remembered in
time? Will there even be a human race in 1,000 years? The only reason that we cannot start all over
shaped time? If civilization does exist in 1,000 years will there be Bloods and Crips?

From the corner of Normandie Avenue and Adams Boulevard, my philosophical point of view stands
bullet riddled and blood stained. Scanning Loren Miller Park with my eyes, my free will is clouded by
marijuana smoke from the blunt that a Blood just passed. From 27th Street to the Avenues I
philosophize with the transients and the addicted. The most educated among us sometimes stand
among the derelicts of society (those that have been ousted by society). Curbside University is now
opened. Discussions range from “The Philosophy of Life” to the “Philosophy of How to Survive a
Drive-by shooting.” What you are reading becomes so prolific that, today you are reading from the
pages of my life, next month you could be reading from the pages of my obituary. Sometimes it’s crazy to
think of being allotted such a fucked up slot in the social order of life. I’ve never really left Los Angeles
(unless I was shackled down on a state prison bus with an armed gunman riding in the back cage). It is
as if I am still in prison, like L.A. has this big ass electrical prison fence around it. I have not even done
very much and the intellect that I am capturing your imagination with comes from all of the books that I
have read.

You must understand that I am stuck in life. You can lock up the body but never the mind. My fate will be
to die in the streets of Los Angeles. At 35 years old I will never find a way out; I am under the BLOOD
FOR LIFE plan anyway (my fate is sealed). The only choice left for me is, who do I want to die as? Do I
want to be sacrificed to the L.A. gang crisis? or do I want to die as a martyr to the peace movement?
After my death, will I be considered a prophet? will I be considered a philosopher? Will I even be
considered? Out of sight is out of mind. At night I toss and turn fighting for the few hours of sleep that I
am allowed. I have nightmares of drive-by shootings and execution style murders. I am always taken
away from the scene in the back of a paramedic ambulance hooked up to I.V.s and life support. I awaken
drenched in sweat and out of breath. I am choking on my own spit and my heart is beating overtime.
Suddenly I realize the only reason that I have just been allowed to live is because I have just been
allowed to die.

This is an actual illness comparable to the post Vietnam syndrome that veterans suffer from. Does God
grant me these flashbacks as a reminder of all of the pain that I have caused? Why does God allow us to
slaughter one another as if the Los Angeles gang crisis was written into Armagedon or the Jihad. Only
God will determine when it will be time for me to be “carried and buried,” so I must prepare to die with
the pride that the Bloods had in Vietnam (during the 1960′s). Religion of the streets (gangbangin’) is in
full effect. The streets “B” my church and my red flag “B” my cross. We believe in this enough to die for
but do we believe in this enough to live for it? Should I be murdered by an enemy’s bullet, let genocide
die with me. While standing on 27th Street, if I am the victim of a barrage of machine gun fire let
ignorance die with me. If I am shot in the head while standing on Adams Boulevard let prejudice die with
me. So that the future (our children) can start all over again. Some of us will have to sacrifice our own
lives to save the lives of our children, the future is in there hands.

Some of us will have to be martyrs for the liberation of our children’s futures. Some of us will have to
give up all that we love, so that those that we love, can live. For the sake of my two daughters (Ronisha
and Tierra) and my one son (Ronald#2), I will be the first sacrifice. Who’s next to step up to the firing
squad for the sake of humanity? This will not be another Machiavellian smoke screen. I will not be
resurrected in seven days. My death is final and to the utmost, definite, but now my life will be infinite
and I won’t be coming back. In one week, when my body is buried and all of my friends and family have
come to pay there last respects. All of the Rollin’20′s Bloods will be prepared to seek revenge for the
death of me. There will be a sea of soldiers dressed in red, as they pass my coffin to view my body,
there will be two fingered salutes with acknowledgements of a pinky and a thumb from those saluted.
When I am lowered in to the ground and covered with dirt, let the hatred of the world be buried with me.
I don’t know about Dr. King’s dream but I know that I am living a nightmare.

Will the world know about the more than 500 people that were murdered in the streets of Los Angeles in
2002? In 1,000 years, will the world remember all of the innocent people that were victims of gang
violence? May the conflict end with my death. History will reveal that Madd Ronald was the last victim of
gang violence. Remember me the way that you would remember a Palestinian suicide bomber seeking
liberation from the conditions of oppression so that his children may have a chance in the future. These
words may sound like the lyrics of a rap song, but they are not and I am no rapper but an urban
survivalist and these are my lyrics of life. The cloth that holds my family together is red and it is stained
with the blood of my dead homies.

The tattoo of Rollin’ 20′s that is blocked up on my leg may be the only proof to a young archeologist in
1,000 years that the Rollin’ Twenties Neighborhood Bloods ever existed, while he studies the ruins of a
lost city called Los Angeles. Will the translation of the “2″ on my left back arm and the “0″ on my right
back arm, be kept in a museum and studied like hieroglyphics, when they realize that nations of black
and brown once existed in this now desolate graffitti filled wasteland? The only thing to remain will be
the knowledge, the nowledge of self destruction, knowledge of genocide, and the study of xenophobia.
Willie Lynch will be dead and we will no longer be slaves.

The same people that taught us virtue are the same ones that enslaved us. In this day and age, slavery
exists in the Sudan the same as it did in the deep South. In the Ivory Coast, there has been a civil war
for the past 4 months. An American protester was killed by an Israeli bulldozer a few weeks ago. She was
on a peace mission for humanity, trying to stop a Palestinian home from being torn down. I don’t know if
it is worse here in the hood where the war has been going on for the past 3 decades, or over in Iraq.

I ain’t down with Bush, I ain’t fightin’ for Bush, and I ain’t dyin’ for Bush. Like I may have expressed
before “Fuck the War,” We must support our family members who are involved in the military. I believe
that there should be some Bush’s and Cheney’s right out there dying on the front line like the true
Americans that they are. My 12 year old son (Ronald#2) might be drafted when he turns 18. For him it’s
either the Prison Industrial Complex or the Military Industrial Complex, all because Saddam Hussein did
not submit the right weapons report 6 years earlier. North Korea talks like they got the bomb and they
don’t give a fuck who knows. They fired a missile into the Sea of Japan a few weeks ago. They claim they
have a nuclear missile that can reach Los Angeles. I think that if we are going to war with anybody to
disarm weapons of mass destruction it needs to be North Korea. How can George W. Bush think about
disarming Iraq when he can’t even disarm the gang members in the hood. If we’re lucky North Korea will
push the button and civilization along with prejudice, hatred, genocide, and ignorance will all die at the
end of this sentence.

FOR THOSE WHO DON’T KNOW THE STREETS OF LOS ANGELES ARE CONTROLLED BY POLITICS BOTH GANG RELATED AND RACIAL.THE ISSUES OF RACE ARE BECOMING CRITICAL TO THE INHABITANTS OF THE CITY.

THE BARRIER OF LANGUAGE HAS BECOME A MAJOR OBSTACLE AMONG THE CITIZENS
OF THE CITY OF ANGELS.

IT IS ALMOST AS IF YOU ARE NOT BI-LINGUAL YOU DON’T BELONG HERE.

THE BLACK AND MEXICAN PEOPLE ARE COMPARIBLE TO THE MUSLIMS AND JEWS
FIGHTING FOR CONTROL OF THE GROUNDS OF ISRAEL OR PALESTINE.

WE ARE TWO SEPARATE CULTURES BOTH CORRUPTED BY EUROPEAN CONQUEST. ONE
WITH DESCENT AND LINEAGE TRANSCENDING FROM THE DARK CONTINENT OF AFRICA,
THE OTHER FROM A RICH HISTORY OF AZTEC, MAYAN, SCHUMACK AND OTHER TRIBAL
CIVILIZATIONS WERE OPPRESSED BY EUROPEAN VOYAGERS.

BLACK HISTORY WAS CORRUPTED BY SLAVERY FROM EUROPEANS THAT CONQUERED
THE LAND THAT RIGHTFULLY BELONGED TO THE NATIVES OF NORTH AMERICA AND
USED THE SLAVE LABOR OF THE BLACK RACE TO HOMESTEAD AND BUILD ON IT.

THE NATIVE TRIBES OF WHAT IS NOW CALIFORNIA AND MEXICO WERE OPPRESSED BY
EUROPEAN CONQUEST ALSO, AND THEIR LAND WAS ROBBED OF ALL OF ITS RICHES.

THE INDIGINEOUS ANCESTORS OF THE MEXICAN PEOPLE WERE IMPRISONED WITHIN
THE WALLS OF THE GREAT MISSIONS OF CALIFORNIA AND ENSLAVED IN THE NAME OF
CHRISTIANITY.

THE OPPRESSION OF BLACKS AND MEXICANS IS INFLICTED ON EITHER RACE OF
PEOPLE BY THE OPPOSING.

THE STREETS OF LOS ANGELES ARE NO SAFER THAN THE STREETS OF IRAQ.

THE WORLD IS A GHETTO AND THE WARS OF THE WORLD ALWAYS TAKE PLACE AMONG
THE PEOPLE OF THE GHETTO.

IF YOU ARE NOT FROM LOS ANGELES DON’T GO TO THERE THINKING EVERYBODY IS
ON SOME PEACEFUL SHIT BECAUSE YOU COULD NOT BE FURTHER FROM THE TRUTH.

IN MY NEIGHBORHOOD OF WEST ADAMS NEIGHBORHOOD ROLLIN 20’s BLOODS ARE AT
WAR WITH THE CRIPS, AND THE HISPANIC GANGS 18ST, MID CITY 13, AND A/T/C 13.

SO DON’T COME TO WEST ADAMS, LOS ANGELES THINKING WE ARE ON SOME TRUCIN
SHIT BECAUSE THAT’S A GOOD WAY TO GET CARRIED OUT BY THE MEAT WAGON WITH A
HEAD FULL OF LEAD.

THE TRUCE WAS AMONG THE GANGS OF WATTS BACK IN 1992, THAT DIDN’T GOVERN
ALL OF THE GANGS OF SOUTH CENTRAL L.A.

EVEN THOUGH RACE RELATIONS ARE DETERIORATING BETWEEN BLACKS AND
MEXICANS IN SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA WE ARE STILL CAUGHT UP IN A CYCLE OF
TRIBALISM AND GENOCIDE AMONG OURSELVES.

OUR TWO RACES ARE FIGHTING FOR CONTROL OF THE GROUND WE WALK ON. WE ARE
WILLING TO TERMINATE ONE ANOTHER IN THE NAME OF ETHNIC CLEANSING. SHOULD
THE DAY COME WHEN ONE OF THESE TWO RACES DESTROYS THE OTHER, THE
VICTORIOUS WILL THEN TURN THEIR GUNS ON EACH OTHER, BECAUSE MEN ARE WAR
MONGERS AND IT IS IN OUR NATURE TO FIGHT. THE NATIONS OF THE EARTH ARE BASED
ON WAR, ALPHA BEGAN IN WAR AND OMEGA WILL END IN WAR.

THE WORD COMES FROM BEHIND THE WALLS OF MAXIMUM SECURITY PRISONS LIKE
PELICAN BAY AND IT IS PUT INTO ACTION WHEN IT IS HEARD WITHIN THE STREETS.
THERE IS A LOT OF TROUBLE IN THE MEAN STREETS OF L.A. SO IT IS NOT HARD TO FIND
AND IT’S NOT HARD TO GET INTO.

RACISM HAS A LONGER ARM THAN THE LAW. BELIEVE IT OR NOT THE MAJORITY OF
OUR RACIAL HATRED BEGAN IN THE PRISONS, NOW OUR KIDS ARE EXPRESSING IT IN
SCHOOL FROM DAY TO DAY. THE GANGS OF LOS ANGELES OPERATE AS SOVERIGN
NATIONS IN A MILITARILY OCCUPIED ZONE. CIVILIANS ARE NOT EVEN INNOCENT
ANYMORE BECAUSE RACE HAS BECOME THE ISSUE AT HAND.

IT WILL BE THE FATE OF OUR CHILDREN TO CARRY THIS BURDEN OF RACIAL HATRED
INTO THE FUTURE LONG AFTER WE HAVE ALL KILLED ONE ANOTHER DUE TO OUR OWN
IGNORANCE.

EMPLOYMENT IS BECOMING HARDER AND HARDER FOR BLACK PEOPLE IN LOS
ANGELES BECAUSE THE MAJORITY OF US SPEAK ONE LANGUAGE AND UNDERSTAND
NO SPANISH. SINCE THE CRACK EPIDEMIC OF THE 80’s, A GREAT MAJORITY OF BLACK
PEOPLE RELENQUISHED THEIR ALL THEIR RIGHTS, RESPONSIBILITIES, AND LAND IN
EXCHANGE FOR AN ETERNAL NIGHTMARE OF DRUG ADDICTION. AS A RESULT OF THE
LOSSES OF LAND ENDURED DUE TO THE PLAGUE OF ROCK COCAINE, IT IS EVEN
DIFFICULT FOR BLACK FAMILIES TO FIND ADEQUATE HOUSING IN THE CITY OF LOS
ANGELES.

BLACK PEOPLE IN L.A. ARE AT WAR JUST TO EXIST AND RESIDE IN DECENT CONDITIONS.
IN ALL TRUE ACTUALITY TWO IMPOVERISHED RACES OF PEOPLE SHOULD BE ABLE TO
FIND COMMON GROUND FOR THE PROLIFERATION OF A PEACEFUL FUTURE.

ANTONIO VILLAIGOSA HAS BEEN ELECTED THE MAYOR OF LOS ANGELES WITHIN THE
LAST FEW MONTHS. HE IS THE FIRST MEXICAN MAYOR OF LOS ANGELES IN 130 YEARS.
LOS ANGELES WAS INCORPORATED AS A CITY APRIL 4, 1850 THAT MEANS THERE HAS
NOT BEEN A HISPANIC MAYOR IN SUCH A CITY OF GREAT HISPANIC CULTURE
PRACTICALLY SINCE ITS BEGINNING. MEXICAN PRESIDENT VINCENTE FOX MADE A
STATEMENT IN THE NEWS ABOUT ILLEGAL ALIENS TAKING JOBS THAT EVEN BLACKS
WOULDN’T TAKE AND NOW SOME VIEW HIM AS A RACIST. WAS HE SPEAKING THE TRUTH
OR WAS HE BEING DEROGATORY? I GUESS IT DEPENDS ON HOW EACH PERSON TOOK
IT.

PEOPLE IN HIGH PLACES HAVE TO WATCH THEIR WORDS, BECAUSE ONCE THEY ARE
SAID, THERE IS NO TAKING THEM BACK.

ALL GREAT GESTURES OF PEACE MUST BEGIN WITH WAR. IN ORDER TO ACHIEVE PEACE
THERE MUST FIRST BE A BLOODY WAR AND A GREAT NUMBER OF LIVES MUST BE
SACRIFICED TO THAT WAR. IN ORDER TO APPRECIATE, LAND WE LIVE ON, THE BLOOD
OF OUR FOREFATHERS MUST FIRST BE SHED ON THAT SOIL.

The North American Slave Trade BEGAN IN LATIN AMERICA BECAUSE DUMB ASS
CHRISTOPHER COLUMBUS THOUGHT HE LANDED IN INDIA WHEN HE WAS EXILED FROM
EUROPE. THERE ARE MORE DESCENDANTS OF AFRICAN SLAVES SOUTH OF THE
MEXICAN BORDER THAN IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.

AT WHAT POINT IN TIME DID LANGUAGE AND DARK SKIN BECOME THE DIVIDING
ELEMENTS OF OUR TWO CULTURES? I GUESS WE ARE ALL STILL ENSLAVED
PSYCHOLOGCALLY.

IN THE KING JAMES VERSION OF THE BIBLE IT READS,”BUT THE MEEK SHALL INHERIT
THE EARTH; AND SHALL DELIGHT THEMSELVES IN THE ABUNDANCE OF PEACE.” IF THAT
IS TRUE WHO SHALL INHERIT THE VAST WASTELANDS OF LOS ANGELES THAT IS BEING
FOUGHT OVER BY BLACKS AND MEXICANS AS IF WE WERE THE TRIBES OF ISAAC AND
ISHMAEL?

NEITHER OF OUR RACES IS CAPABLE OF ANNIHILATING THE OTHER, IN THE FUTURE WE
WILL REALIZE, WE CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT EACH OTHER. ONLY THE POOR FIGHT FOR
NOTHING AND THE WEALTHY HAVE NOTHING TO FIGHT FOR. ALL I CAN DO IS PRAY FOR
PEACE AND PROSPERITY FOR ALL, AS I STAND AS A BLACK MAN ON MY SIDE OF THE
RACIAL DIVIDE.

I GREW UP IN LOS ANGELES IN THE 1970’s AND 80’s. IN THOSE DAYS RELATIONS
BETWEEN THE BLACK AND MEXICAN RACE WAS A VERY COPESTETIC SITUATION IN L.A.
WHEN THERE WAS NO RACIAL TENSION. AS A 4th GRADE STUDENT AT 24THSTREET
ELEMENTARY SCHOOL, I WAS ONCE ASSIGNED TO TEACH THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE TO A
MEXICAN STUDENT, WHO HAD JUST MOVED TO L.A., FROM MEXICO. IN THE 70’s THE
POPULATION OF BLACK PEOPLE IN LOS ANGELES WAS MUCH GREATER.

CALIFORNIA USE TO BE A PART OF MEXICO AT ONE TIME IN HISTORY UNTIL until the
treaty of guadalupe hildago after the Mexican-American War that ended in 1848, SO
NATURALLY THE MEXICAN POPULATION IS GOING TO BE GREATER IN L.A. THAN OTHER
RACES. AS A CHILD I ALWAYS HAD FRIENDS OF MEXICAN DESCENT AND WE ALL GOT
ALONG AS WE STILL DO TO THIS VERY DAY.

NEIGHBORHOOD ROLLIN 20’s AND WESTSIDE HARPYS ARE 2 GANGS OF DIFFERENT
RACES THAT HAVE BEEN COVERING A LOT OF THE SAME GROUND FOR YEARS. THERE
HAS ALWAYS BEEN A COPESTETIC RAPPORT BETWEEN US AND THE HARPYS TO THIS
VERY DAY DESPITE THE FEW CONFLICTS THAT HAVE TAKEN PLACE IN THE PAST.

THE 20’s HAS ALWAYS BEEN AN ATMOSPHERE WHERE THE BLACK AND MEXICAN GANGS
FROM THAT AREA OFTEN SHARE COMMON ENEMIES SUCH AS 18thSTREET AND OTHER
VARIOUS RIVALS. EVEN THE SMALLER HISPANIC GANGS IN THE 20’s THAT ARE RIVALS
TO THE HARPYS AND MAY EXIST WITHIN THE BOUNDARIES OF THE WESTSIDE ROLLIN 20’
s LIKE THE DRIFTERS AND THE (NOW DEFUNCT) WESTSIDE ALCAPONES GANG HAVE
ALWAYS ALLIED THEMSELVES WITH N/H/B 20’s AGAINST WHOEVER OUR COMMON
ENEMIESWERE.

I WENT TO PRISON FOR THE FIRST TIME IN 1987 IT WAS THERE I HAD LEARNED OF THE
RACE RELATIONS AND PRISON POLITICS OF THE SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA MEXICAN
GANG MEMBERS. I WAS SURPRISED TO REALIZE THE HISPANIC GANG FROM LOS
ANGELES AND THE REST OF SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA (SURENOS 13), WERE ALLIED WITH
THE WHITE SUPREMACIST PRISON GANGS AND WERE SWORN POLITICAL ENEMIES TO
THE BLACK INMATES. THE NORTHERN CALIFORNIA MEXICAN GANG MEMBERS
(NORTENOS 14), ARE ALLIED WITH THE BLACK INMATES THROUGHOUT CALIFORNIAS
PRISON SYSTEM AND NORTENOS AND SURENOS ARE SWORN ENEMIES. I CAN
REMEMBER BEING CAUGHT UP IN A RACE RIOT INSIDE OF LOS ANGELES COUNTY JAIL. I
HAD JUST ENTERED ONE OF THE MAINLINE MODULES WHERE I WAS TO BE HOUSED
WITH AB OUT 15 OTHER INMATES OF VARIOUS RACES.

WHEN THE GATES HAD OPENED TO LET US INTO OUR CELLS THE RACIAL TENSION
EXPLODED RIGHT BEFORE MY EYES BETWEEN BLACK AND MEXICAN INMATES FROM
EVERY CELL. WHEN RACE RIOTS TAKE PLACE, IT DOESN’T MATTER IF YOU ARE
INVOLVED OR NOT THE COLOR OF SKIN BECOMES THE MAIN ISSUE. I HAVE BEEN
INCARCERATED IN ANOTHER PART OF THE L.A. COUNTY JAIL SYSTEM AT WAYSIDE
MAXIMUM.

THIS WAS A MAXIMUM SECURITY COUNTY INSTITUTION WHERE RACE RIOTS FROM
DORM TO DORM TOOK PLACE ON A DAILY BASIS. IT IS OFTEN VOLATILE TO MIX BLACK
AND HISPANIC INMATES WITH THE SOCIAL INGREDIENTS OF POLITICS AND RESPECT
THERE IS BOUND TO BE A RACIAL EXPLOSION.

MY SETT NEIGHBORHOOD ROLLIN 20’s BLOODS AND THE BLACK-P-STONE BLOODS ARE
AT WAR WITH 18thSTREET (THE BIGGEST HISPANIC GANG IN ALL OF LOS ANGELES
COUNTY), MID CITY 13, AND A.T.C. 13 ARE ALSO MEXICAN GANGS THAT ARE SWORN
ENEMIES TO NEIGHBORHOOD ROLLIN 20’s. THERE IS A WAR TAKING PLACE IN THE
STREETS OF LOS ANGELES BETWEEN VARIOUS BLACK AND MEXICAN GANGS, NOW IT IS
OVERFLOWING TO THE CREATION OF A MAJOR RACE ISSUE.

IN SOME INSTANCES BLOODS AND CRIPS HAVE TO SET ASIDE THEIR DIFFERENCES IN
ORDER TO DEAL WITH THE CURRENT CONFLICTS OF RACE RELATIONS. I NOW HAVE A
SON AND A DAUGHTER WHO BOTH ATTEND HIGH SCHOOL IN LOS ANGELES COUNTY. MY
SON AND MY DAUGHTER HAVE TOLD ME ABOUT RACE RIOTS BETWEEN BLACK AND
MEXICAN STUDENTS, TAKING PLACE AT THEIR SCHOOLS.

LUNCH TIME IN THE LOS ANGELES HIGH SCHOOLS HAS BECOME SOMETHING YOU CAN
COMPARE TO YARD RELEASE IN THE STATE PRISONS SYSTEM. I HAVE BEEN READING IN
THE NEWS ABOUT VARIOUS HIGH SCHOOLS IN SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA EXPLODING INTO
RACIAL VIOLENCE BETWEEN BLACK AND HISPANIC STUDENTS. I ATTENDED JEFFERSON
HIGH SCHOOL IN LOS ANGELES BACK IN THE 80’s. I READ ABOUT A SEVERE RACE RIOT
TAKING PLACE THERE A FEW MONTHS AGO.

IN MY HIGH SCHOOL DAYS THE CRUCIAL COLORS OF CONFLICT WERE RED AND BLUE
NOW THEY HAVE CHANGED TO BLACK AND BROWN. CINCO DE MAYO (MAY 5, 2005) WAS
SUPPOSED TO BE A BIG DAY OF RACIAL CONFLICT IN THE STREETS AND IN THE
SCHOOLS OF LOS ANGELES. ALL IN ALL RACIAL TOLERANCE AND INTERGRATION HAS
BECOME RACIAL HATRED AND DISINTERGRATION.

MY FATHER TAUGHT ME NOT TO BE PREJUDICE, AS I TEACH MY KIDS. HE ALSO TOLD
ME TO ONLY DISLIKE THOSE WHO DON’T LIKE ME. AS YOU CAN SEE THERE IS A LONG
CHAIN OF RACIAL HATRED IN SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA BETWEEN 2 OF THE MOST
IMPOVERISHED MINORITY RACES. THE CYCLE OF HATE IS RAPIDLY REGENERATING
INTO THE LIVES OF OUR CHILDREN.

OUR CHILDREN ARE NOT BORN TO HATE EACH OTHER BECAUSE OF RACE. HATRED IS
TAUGHT TO THEM AT HOME FIRST BY THEIR PARENTS. WE ARE 2 BEAUTIFUL RACES OF
PEOPLE BOTH BLACK AND BROWN, BUT UNTIL WE ALL ACHIEVE TOLERANCE AND
UNDERSTANDING OF ONE ANOTHER, I TAKE A MILITANT STANCE AS A BLACK MAN ON
MY SIDE OF THE RACIAL DIVIDE.

THE MOST POWERFUL AND MOST DESTRUCTIVE TOOL EVER CREATED WAS THE GUN.
THE GUN HAS CHANGED THE COURSE OF HISTORY MORE TIMES THAN ANYONE COULD
EVER IMAGINE. FROM WORLD LEADERS TO THE WORLDS RELIGIOUS FIGURES TO THE
INNOCENT BYSTANDERS IN THE STREET, THE GUN HAS HAD MORE IMPACT ON
MANKINDS WAY OF LIFE THAN ANY OTHER WEAPON EVER CREATED BY MAN. THE MOST
POWERFUL WEAPON OF ALL IS KNOWLEDGE. IT TOOK THE KNOWLEDGE OF
TECHNOLOGY FOR THE MODERN DAY WEAPONS OF TODAY TO BE CONSTRUCTED. IT
TOOK THE KNOWLEDGE OF TECHNOLOGY TO CONSTRUCT THE WEAPONS OF MASS
DESTRUCTION THAT THE UNITED STATES INVADED AFGHANISTAN AND IRAQ WITH. IN
SOME CASES THE GUN IS A SELFLESS TOOL USED FOR THE PROTECTION OF SELF AND
PROPERTY. IN OTHER CASES THE GUN IS A SELFISH WEAPON THAT IS USED TO
PROCURE THE PROPERTY OF OTHERS BY MEANS OF FORCE AND VIOLENCE AND TO
TAKE INNOCENT LIFE FROM THOSE THAT ARE UNSUSPECTING.

IT WILL BE THE WEAPON OF KNOWLEDGE THAT WILL UNITE OUR PEOPLE AND BRING
ABOUT PEACE AMONG ALL OF US, WHO HAVE BEEN DOOMED TO DIE IN THE STREETS
OF THE GHETTOS, BY WAY OF THE GUN.

I AM THE GUN IN THE HANDS OF THE YOUNG GANG MEMBER, THAT JUST MURDERED 2
ENEMIES, AND THE 1 INNOCENT VICTIM, THAT WAS ON THE WAY HOME FROM WORK
WITH A BAG OF GROCERIES. THE INTENT OF THE FLYING BULLETS WOULD NOT HAVE
SEEMED SO WRONG HAD THE RIGHT PEOPLE GOTTEN SHOT, BUT THE MOST FATAL OF
MY VICTIMS MEANT ME NO HARM HIS ONLY INTENT WAS TO GET HOME TO FEED HIS
FAMILY.

I WAS BROUGHT INTO THE CITY BY A WHITE MAN WITH A BADGE ON HIS CHEST, DRIVING
A BLACK AND WHITE CAR, WITH A SLOGAN ON THE SIDE THAT SAYS, “TO SERVE AND
PROTECT” HE GUNNED DOWN A BLACK TEENAGER AND QUICKLY THREW ME AWAY, I
WAS FOUND BY A LATINO VATO IN A TRASH CAN THE VERY NEXT DAY. HE ROBBED 2
STORES AND KILLED 3 ENEMIES OF OTHER RACES, THEN WAS MURDERED IN A
SHOOTOUT, SHOT TWICE IN THE FACE.

THE KILLER TOOK ME AND RESOLD ME IN THE STREET, IT DON’T MATTER HOW MANY
MURDERS ARE ON ME AS LONG AS YOU CAN BUY YOU SOME HEAT. NOW YOU’VE GOT
THE POWER OF GOD IN YOUR HANDS AND YOU CHOOSE WHO LIVES OR DIES, YOU AIN’T
GONNA PUNK OUT NO MORE, JUST WAIT TILL THE NEXT MOTHERFUCKER TRIES. I DON’T
GIVE A FUCK IF HE IS A BLOOD OR A CRIP, I’M GONNA SHOOT HIM IN THE MOUTH, AND
WATCH THE BLOOD TRICKLE DOWN, THEN GO TO PRISON AND DO LIFE FOR MURDER,
NO DOUBT.

JOHN MOSES BROWNING, SAMUEL COLT, YOU HAVE MADE SUCH POWERFUL
MACHINERY THE MINORITY YOUTH IS DYING WITH NO HOPE.

I WAS UNLOADED IN A DRIVE BY, THROWN AWAY AGAIN IN A POLICE CHASE, FOUND BY
A 12 YEAR OLD KID IN THE STREET, WHO LATER SHOT ONE OF HIS CLASSMATES.

OH, YEA I’VE BEEN AROUND, BUT MY BULLETS GO MUCH FARTHER, TO THOSE
ORPHANED BY GANG RELATED CRIME, I TOOK YOUR MOTHER S AND FATHERS.

I WAS 2PACS GIRLFRIEND, I WAS SCARFACES LITTLE FRIEND, BUT I WON’T STOP KILLIN’
MOTHERFUCKERS UNTIL THE LIFE OF ALL THAT IS LIVING IS BROUGHT TO AN END.
LOAD ME UP WITH 75 ROUNDS THE ASSAULT WEAPONS BAN HAS EXPIRED, GENOCIDE
WILL NEVER END AND THE KILLERS WILL NEVER GET TIRED.

KIRISHNAKOV MADE ME AUTOMATIC IN 1947, WAS HE MURDERED? WAS HE SHOT? AND
THE REAL QUESTION IS DID HE GET INTO HEAVEN?

GOD MADE MAN AND SMITH AND WESSON MADE US ALL EQUAL, DRIVE BY SHOOTINGS
WOULD NOT BE SO BAD IF THEY STOPPED SHOOTING THE WRONG PEOPLE.

WHO AM I TO SAY WHO LIVES AND DIES? ALL I KNOW IS, I AM LIVING TO DIE, LIFE GETS
SO HARD FOR ME SOMETIMES, I WANT TO BREAK DOWN AND CRY.

I HAVE BEEN SOLD TO BLOODS IN L.A., SHOT BY CRIPS IN COMPTON, AS LONG AS I AM
AROUND AIN’T NO PROBLEMS, I KNOW HOW TO GET THINGS POPPIN’.

MADD RONALD FROM THE 20’S CALLS ME, “ROSCOE” HIS HOMIES SAY, “YAYA OR
HEAT” IT DON’T MATTER WHAT MY NAME IS, I STAY BUSY KNOCKIN FOOLS OFF THEIR
FEET. I TOOK MALCOLM, MARTIN, AND MEDGAR A WHITE MAN AIN’T USED ME SINCE
THAT TIME, BUT IT AIN’T NO BIG THANG TO ME NIGGERS ARE KILLIN EACH OTHER AND
WHEN THEY GET WEAK THEY DROP A DIME. NOW THERE IS A NEW PLAN, WHITE MAN AIN’
T GOTTA DO NO WORK, JUST KEEP SHIPPIN’ THOSE GUNS INTO THE GHETTOS, WILLIE
LYNCHS SELF HATRED ALREADY HIT US WHERE IT HURTS.

I TOOK 2PAC, I TOOK BIGGIE, I PUT IN WORK ON JAM MASTER JAY,GUN VIOLENCE IS ON
THE RISE IT AIN’T NO SURPRISE, I AIN’T NO TOY AND I DIDN’T COME TO PLAY.

THEY RAPP ABOUT ME IN THEIR SONGS, HOW YOU AIN’T GONNA LIVE LONG AND HOW
THESE RAPPERS BUST CAPS EVERYDAY, BUT IF THEY REALLY DID THEY’D BE DEAD OR
IN JAIL, SO DON’T BELIEVE A WORD OF WHAT THEY SAY.

ARNOLD TERMINATED THE WORLD WITH ME TIGHTLY IN HIS GRIPAND IF YOU KNOW THE
MOVIE, HE NEVER RELOADED THE CLIP. WHEN IT WAS ALL OVER EVERYBODY WAS
DEAD, THE TERMINATOR IS THE GOVERNOR OF CALIFORNIA, THERE’S NOT A WORD TO
BE SAID. NOW DON’T THAT SOUND KRAZY, THE TERMINATOR IS THE GOVERNOR OF THE
STATE WITH THE HIGHEST MURDER RATE. DEATH TO YOU ALL UNTIL MY
APPREHENSION, I AM THE PISTOL IN YOUR WAISTBAND THE ONE YOU FORGOT TO
MENTION. I AM THE TEK 9 ON YOUR PASSENGER SEAT, THE 380 IN YOUR POCKET,
WHEN I BARK OUT LOUD THEY WOULD SWEAR YOU LAUNCHED A ROCKET.

MOTHERFUCKERS BETTER DUCK WHEN I BLAST THEY TAKE COVER, THE FLASH FROM
THE MUZZLE, THE SMELL OF GUNPOWDER YOU KNOW THEY JUST KILLED ANOTHER
BROTHER.

IT IS NOT MY FAULT, I AM ONLY A TOOL, GUNS DON’T KILL, STUPID ASS PEOPLE WITH
GUNS DO.

A MOMENT OF PHILOSOPHY: THERE ARE ONLY 2 TIMES IN LIFE THAT WE ARE TRULY
FREE, WHEN WE ARE SLEEP AND WHEN WE ARE TRAVELING.

EXCUSE THE LONG LAPSE IN TIME BETWEEN MY WRITINGS. I HAVE BEEN WORKING ON
MY DOCUMENTARY, “ADAMS LIFE- THE WAR ON US FROM WITHIN US.” MAKE SURE TO
BE ON THE LOOK OUT FOR MY BOOK ALSO ENTITLED, “NO MORE BLOOD SHED,” AND
BE SURE TO BUY MY D.V.D.

I BANGED THE “B” ON MY ENEMIES BECAUSE THEY KNEW I WAS FROM ROLLIN’ 20’S
NEIGHBORHOOD BLOODS.

THEY SAW ME COMIN.’ EVEN THOUGH I WAS THE AGGRESSOR BUT THEY HAD THE DROP
ON ME.

THE FORMLESSNESS OF MY ADVERSARIES HAS NOW CHANGED MY POSITION IN LIFE
HAS NOW CHANGED FROM PREDATOR TO PREY AS I EXERCISE MY RIGHT TO DIE. THE
ART OF WAR NOW CONQUERS THE STATE OF NATURE.

13 SHOTS BARKED FROM THEE BARREL OF A 9m.m. IN THE HANDS OF A CRIP WHO IS
WISHING DEATH ON ME AS HE OPENS FIRE ON ME. THE WINDOWS OF MY 1973 OLD’
CUTLASS SUPREME WERE SHATTERING AS THEY WERE PENETRATED BY LIVE GUNFIRE.

YOU KNOW, I HAD TO PAINT MY CAR RED, SO I WAS A BIG ASS TARGET.

THE REAR WINDOW EXPLODED AS BULLETS PENETRATED IT AND GLASS FLEW FROM
REAR TO FRONT WITH ALL OF THE FORCE OF A 9 m.m. BULLET.
KRAZY KAY SAID, “BLOOD, I’M HIT IN THE NECK!” FORTUNATELY HE ONLY GOT CUT BY
FLYING GLASS AND NOT SHOT.

5 BULLETS CAME THROUGH THE BACK WINDOW. 3 BULLETS WERE LODGED INTO THE
BACK OF THE PASSENGER SEAT (WHERE KRAZY KAY WAS SITTING). 1 BULLET HAD
PENETRATED THE SEAT AND WAS IN THE PASSENGER DOOR AND 1 HAD GONE DIRECTLY
INTO THE PASSENGER DOOR.

DIVINE INTERVENTION WAS DEFINITELY MY SAVIOR ON THAT DAY. IT IS NOW 16 ½
YEARS LATER AND SINCE THEN MY FIRST CHILD RONISHA WAS BORN. SHE IS NOW 16
YEARS OLD AND I AM REMINDED OF HOW FORTUNATE I AM TO BE ALIVE, EVERYTIME
THAT I AM BLESSED ENOUGH TO HEAR HER SWEET VOICE. THE LYRICS OF “PIRU LOVE”
ECHO IN MY EARS AS I WRITE. BLOOD LOVE FILLS THE SPACE THAT SURROUNDS ME.

I NOW KLOSE MY EYES AS I ALLOW MY ADVERSARIES TO TAKE THEIR VENGANCE ON
MY MORTAL SOUL. TAKE REVENGE ON MY MORTAL SOUL ALLOW ME TO BLEED THE
BLOOD OF THE GUILTY IN ORDER TO PRESERVE AND PROTECT THE INNOCENT IN THE
NAME OF O/G/B MADD RONALD1, I WISH FOR NO MORE BLOODSHED IN THE GHETTOS
OF THE WORLD.

FOR ALL WHOM HAVE EVER ENTERED INTO MY PATH IN LIFE AND LEFT FEELING
ANIMOSITY AND MALICE TOWARD O/G/B MADD RONALD1 YOU CAN KILL ME ONCE.

NO MATTER HOW MANY MY ENEMIES MAY BE, I WILL ONLY DIE ONCE.
EVERYONE GATHER AROUND AND OBSERVE THE CRUCIFICION OF AN L.A. GANG
MEMBER.

HISTORY AND EXPERIENCE HAS TAUGHT ME, “THOSE THAT WASTE THEIR TIME IN HATE
ARE SIMPLY WASTING TIME.” NO ONE DIES UNTIL THE GREATER CREATOR (GOD) CALLS
ON THEM.

I SHALL NOW TRANSCEND LOWER WEST ADAMS INTO THE VALLEY OF DEATH. MY FEAR
SHALL NOT BE DEATH BY THE WAYS OF MORTAL MAN OR THE DESTINY AND FATE OF
MY MORTAL SOUL ONCE I HAVE BEEN KILLED.

NEVER FORGET THE TEACHINGS OF O/G/B MADD RONALD1 BECAUSE I COME FROM
AMONG YOU AND WHEN THE DAY COMES THAT YOU HEAR I HAVE BEEN MERCILESSLY
MURDERED IN THE STREETS THEY WILL HAVE MURDERED ONE OF YOU, SO NOW
REFLECT IN THE MIRRORED IMAGES OFF YOURSELF WITHIN THE WORDS THAT YOU
ARE READING FROM.

I NOW STAND 1 FOOT FROM THE PENITENTIARY AND 6 FEET FROM MY GRAVE. I AM
FACED WITH THE LESSER OF 2 EVILS: IF I AM TO BE IN CARCERATED AS A POLITICAL
PRISONER OR ASSINATED AS A MARTYR, BLOOD WILL STILL BE THE REASON. SO BE
PREPARED TO MEET WITH THE ALPHA AND THE OMEGA.

I HAVE NOW FALLEN 6 FEET TO MY DEATH. MY CONSCIOUS SELF OBSERVES MY
MORTAL STATE AS I NOW LAY IN THE DEPARTED STATE OF DEATH.

I DROP A 20-FOOT RED FLAG UPON MY DEAD BODY AS I LAY IN MY GRAVE. I STAND AT
ATTENTION AND SALUTE MYSELF IN DEATH.

IT WAS A BLOODY DEATH AND IT WAS WHAT HAD TO HAPPEN OTHERWISE GOD WOULD
NOT HAVE ALLOWED IT TO HAPPEN.

IN LIFE I NEVER PRAYED, SO I AM NOT LOOKING FORWARD TO HEAVEN.

NOW THAT I AM DEAD AS A RESULT ALL OF THE HARM THAT I HAVE CAUSED TO
HUMANITY, YOU SHALL TAKE LESSONS AS YOU LEARN THROUGH THE VISIONS OF MY
BULLET RIDDLED BLOODY BODY.

IT MIGHT BE MEANT FOR ME TO DIE ON A STREET CORNER OVER A DRUG DEAL GONE
BAD, IN ORDER TO TEACH YOUR KIDS TO STAY AWAY FROM DRUGS.

I COULD DIE A VIOLENT GANG RELATED DEATH IN ORDER TO TEACH YOUR KIDS TO
STAY AWAY FROM GANGS. WHEN YOU HEAR OF MY DEMISE TAKE IT AS ANOTHER OF
LIFES LESSONS AND SAVE YOUR SELVES.

I SHALL NOW TRANSCEND AS I TRADE PLACES WITH THE INNOCENT VICTIMS OF GANG
VIOLENCE FROM THE PAST, PRESENT, AND FUTURE AND FROM THIS DAY ON THERE
WILL BE NO MORE BLOOD SHED IN THE NAME OF HATE, IGNORANCE, GENOCIDE OR
RACISM.

I NOW FEEL THEIR PAIN I NOW SEE THEIR VISIONS. I AM SUFFERING THEIR AGONY. I
RESURRECT THE YOUNG PERSON WHOSE BODY HAS BEEN LAYING IN THE STREET
COVERED BY THE HOMICIDE DETECTIVES WHITE SHEET. “RISE NOW FORE, MADD
RONALD1 SHALL TAKE YOUR PLACE.”

I RESURRECT ALL OF THE INNOCENT CHILDREN THAT HAVE BEEN KILLED AS THE
RESULT OF GANG VIOLENCE “RISE NOW FORE, MADD RONALD1 SHALL TAKE YOUR
PLACE.”

I SHALL RESURRECT ALL OF THE MOTHERS THAT HAVE DIED OF BROKEN HEARTS FROM
THE LOSS OF THEIR CHILDREN. “RISE NOW FORE MADD RONALD1 SHALL TAKE YOUR
PLACE.”

UPON THE RESURRECTION OF THE INNOCENT, THERE SHALL BE NO MORE BLOOD SHED
IN THE NAME OF BLOODS AND CRIPS BECAUSE ALL POINTS WILL BE BROUGHT TO THE
TABLE AND PEACEFUL RESOLUTION WILL BE WORKED OUT AND SOLVED IN THE NAME
OF O/G/B MADD RONALD1.

I SHALL LAY IN REPLACEMENT OF ALL THOSE MENTIONED SO THAT DEATH DOES NOT
STRIKE SO HARD SO MANY TIMES AND TAKE SO LONG.

UPON THE CRUCIFICION OF I THERE SHALL BE NO MORE BLOOD SHED OR SUFFERING.

WHAT IS THE VALUE OF MY LIFE AS ONE MAN IF THE VALUE OF MY DEATH IS THE
RESURECTION OF A NATION. IT WILL NOT BE THE GANG MEMBERS OF L.A. THAT KILL
ME. IT WILL NOT BE THE POLICE OF L.A. THAT KILL ME.

UPON THE RESURRECTION OF THE INNOCENT, IT WILL BE GOD WHO KILLS ME. NO
MATTER WHAT “B” THE MULTITUDES THAT WISH ME DEAD, I WILL ONLY DIE ONCE AND
NO MAN SHALL BE SUCCESSFUL IN THE TAKING OF MY LIFE. ONLY GOD CAN TOUCH
ME, ONLY GOD CAN TAKE ME.

MY FATHER NEVER PRAYED IN LIFE EITHER, SO I KNOW HE WAS NOT LOOKING
FORWARD TO HEAVEN WHEN HE DIED. IF HE DID NOT MAKE IT TO HEAVEN, THERE IS A
CHANCE THAT WE MAY MEET IN HELL, THEN I AM SUDDENLY REMINDED WE WERE IN
HELL ON EARTH TOGETHER FOR 36 YEARS.

JUDGE ME NOT FOR ALL WHO HAVE VIOLATED MY WAY OF LIFE (AS A BLOOD) AND
WERE DEALT WITH TO THE GREATEST EXTENT FOR ATTEMPTING TO DESECRATE
ANYTHING RELATED TO NEIGHBORHOOD ROLLIN’ 20’s BLOODS.

PASS JUDGEMENT ON O/G/B MADD RONALD1 AS A SOLDIER IN THE ARMAGEDON OF
LIFE, SO FOR NOW I MUST CONTINUE FIGHTING FOR MY LIFE.

I MUST ADMIT TO BEING INVOLVED IN A FUCKED UP WAY OF LIFE, BUT I SWEAR ON THE
“N/H/B” TATTOOED ACROSS MY BACK, “AS BAD AS THINGS ARE THEY CAN’T GET ANY
WORSE, SO I AM LIVING FOR GREATER DAYS.

NOW THAT I HAVE GIVEN MY LIFE SO THAT WHOMEVER HAS BEEN VICTIMS OF GANG
VIOLENCE SHALL LIVE, I SHALL TRANSCEND FROM MY DECAESED MORTAL STATE TO
MY NOW IMMORTAL CONSCIOUS STATE.

I NOW RESURRECT THE CONSCIOUSNESS OF O/G/B MADD RONALD1 FROM ROLLIN’ 20’s
NEIGHBORHOOD BLOODS. MY ENEMIES SHALL REMEMBER ME AS THE GREAT
ADVERSARY THEY THOUGHT THEY MURDERED AN INFINITE AMOUNT OF TIMES.

MY FRIENDS FAMILY AND ALLIES WILL REMEMBER THE MANY LESSONS TAUGHT BY ME
FROM THE STREET CORNER OF ADAMS BOULEVARD AND NORMANDIE AVENUE. THEY
WILL ALWAYS LOVE ME FOR BRINGING THEM THE DAY OF PEACE FROM YEAR TO YEAR.

MY WORDS OF SELF PRESERVATION, SELF HATRED, AND SOCIAL CHANGE WILL ECHO
THROUGH THE MINDS OF YOU ALL. HOPEFULLY THE FUTURE GENERATIONS WILL
LEARN FROM ITS SELF DESTRUCTIVE PASTAND SEEK PEACEFUL MEANS OF DEALING
WITH DIFFICULT SITUATIONS.

SHED NOT A TEAR FOR ME IN DEATH. MY DESTINY IN LIFE WAS TO FINALIZE THE
WORLDS GANG CRISIS BY BEING THE MARTYR THAT ENDS IT ALL SO THAT THE
INNOCENT MAY LIVE.

WHAT IS MY ONE LIFE WORTH WHEN THE MURDER RATE IN LOS ANGELES KEEPS
RISING AS THE RESULT OF US ALL KILLING ONE ANOTHER.

I AM ONCE AGAIN FACED WITH THE LESSER FATE OF 2 EVILS.
SHALL I ALLOW MYSELF LIFE AND DEATH TO HUMANITY?
I SHALL CHOOSE LIFE OVER DEATH ACCEPT THE LIFE THAT I PRESERVE WILL NOT BE
MY OWN.
MY FATE IS TO DIE A MORTAL DEATH ANYWAY, SO MY ONE DEATH MEANS NOTHING TO
THE FATE OF HUMANITY.

RED SUN RAYS AWAKEN ME FROM MY UNCONSCIOUS STATE OF SLEEP AS IT SHINES
THROUGH MY WINDOW, IT SHALL BE THE BEGINNING OF ANOTHER DAY.

THE ABSTRACT COMPLEXTITIES WITHIN MY WORDS ARE MEANT TO IGNITE THE
THOUGHT PROCESS WITHIN YOUR OWN MIND OR EVEN BECOME A GREAT
CONVERSATION TOPIC.

WASN’T THAT WHAT WAS SOCRATES GOAL?
WASN’T THAT SUN TZU’s GOAL?
EVEN BETTER YET WASN’T THAT THE GOALS OF THE WRITTEN TALENTS OF GEORGE
JACKSON OR THE GOALS OF 2PAC SHAKUR?

THE UNIVERSAL GOAL IS KEEPING YOUR HEAD SO FAR ABOV THE BULLSHIT THAT YOUR
FEET CAN’T TOUCH THE GROUND.
THE ONLY WAY OUT OF THE BULLSHIT IS TO RISE ABOVE IT.
(ELEVATE YOUR MIND).

THERE ARE THOSE THAT OPPOSE ALL THAT I REPRESENT, BUT IT IS TRULY FROM THEM
THAT I CAPTURE MY TRUE POWER.
FOR EVERY FORCE THERE MUST BE RESISTANCE, UPON CONTACT WILL EQUAL POWER.

I CALLED INTO THE FRONT PAGE RADIO SHOW ON KJLH RADIO STATION IN L.A.
I VOICED A CLEAR POSITIVE OPINION TO THE LISTENERS ON THE SUBJECT OF L.A.
GANGS, ANOTHER CALLER CALLED IN AND CALLED ME A TERRORIST BECAUSE I AM A
BLOOD.
I WAS NOT OFFENDED BECAUSE I COULD HEAR FEAR IN HIS VOICE.
THAT IS UNDERSTANDABLE TO ME, “THEY HAVE GOT TO POINT THE FINGER AT
SOMEBODY, SO I GUESS I HAVE TO BE THE BAD GUY.
HE WAS JUST AS IGNORANT AS ANY GANG MEMBER FOR PASSING JUDGEMENT ON ME,
FOR BEING WHO I AM, FROM WHERE I AM FROM, WITHOUT KNOWING ME.

MY PERSONAL FEELINGS ARE, NO ONE HAS TO LIKE ME OR ANYTHING RELATED TO ME.
IN MY WORDS TO ALL OF MY HATERS, “FUCK YOU ALL.”
DON’T LIKE MY SHIT THAT IS YOUR RIGHT, BUT YOU STILL GOTTA RESPECT MY SHIT.

BEWARE OF FAMILY AND FRIENDS THEY ARE THE ONLY PEOPLE CAPABLE OF
BETRAYING YOU.
TREASON CAN ONLY BE COMMITTED BY OFFICIAL MEMBERS AND LIES ARE ONLY LIES
IF THE TELLER IS AWARE THAT HE IS TELLING A FALSE TRUTH.

A LIE IS NOT MISINFORMATION BECAUSE ALL THAT WE ARE TAUGHT IS TRUE UNTIL
PROVEN FALSE.

LIFE IS THE BITCH THAT KICKS YOU IN THE ASS WITH A STEEL TOE BOOT, WHILE IT HAS
ITS OTHER FOOT ON YOUR NECK.
LIFE IS MEANT TO BE PLAYED OUT IN CHAPTERS.
THE CLOSING OF THE LAST CHAPTER IS NATURALLY THE OPENING OF THE NEXT
CHAPTER.

MY LIFE IS A CONSTANT BALL OF CONFUSION ANTAGONIZED BY COMBUSTIBLE
ENERGY.
SOMETIMES MY ENERGY RISES AND SOMETIMES MY ENERGY DROPS.
ONLY MY “B” LOVED MAY ENTER MY CIRCLE AND ONLY MY “B”LOVED
MAY BETRAY ME.

ONLY THAT WHICH IS A PART OF ME MAY RISE UP AND DESTROY ME.
THE WEEDS IN YOUR OWN GARDEN ARE THE ONLY ONES THAT WILL GROW WITH THE
PURPOSE OF STRANGLING THE LIFE OUT OF ALL THAT IS GREEN, FERTILE, OR
BEAUTIFUL IN ITS NATURAL ENVIROMENT.
INSTILL A STRONG MORAL FOUNDATION AND WEED OUT INFILTRATION AND BETRAYAL
“DEATH TO ALL WHO COMMIT TREASON.”

L.A.P.D. SIRENS ARE STILL SCREAMING DOWN ADAMS BOULEVARD.
THE BIRD IS STILL HOVERING OVERHEAD AS IT CHOPS UP THE SMOG.
THE OVERCAST OF JUNE GLOOM HAS NOW BEEN PENETRATED BY THE RED SUN RAYS.

JUNE 13TH WAS THE DATE TO BE EXACT THE YEAR IS 2004.
I SIT IN THE PARKING LOT OF THE OLD GOLDENBIRD ON ADAMS SMOKIN’ A BLUNT AS I
WRITE.
ONE YEAR AGO WAS FRIDAY 13TH IN THIS MONTH WE LOST ISEMAN ON THAT DAY.
IT IS KRAZY WHEN YOUR HOMIES GET KILLED AND YOU GET TO SEE ALL THAT HE LEFT
BEHIND.
I SEE ISEMANS SEEDS EVERYDAY AS I ROLL UP AND DOWN ADAMS BOULEVARD. HE
WOULD BE PROUD TO SEE HOW MUCH HIS SPIRIT HAS BEEN CAPTURED AS HE LIVES ON
THROUGH HIS CHILDREN.
I USE TO EAT AT LOUISIANA FRIED CHICKEN ON ADAMS BL. EVERYDAY JUST THE SAME
AS ISEMAN AND HIS NEWBORN SON DID.
ISEMAN WOULD ALWAYS MAKE ME LAUGH BECAUSE THE SWEET POTATO PIES AT THE
CHICKEN SHACK.
I REMEMBER ASKING HIS SONS NAME AND HE HAD TOLD ME, HE THEN TURNED TO HIS
NEWBORN INFANT SON AND SAID, “THAT’S YOUR HOMEBOY.”

I LOST A LOT OF HOMEBOYS LAST YEAR AND THEY ALL LEFT A LOT BEHIND.
I WENT TO THE TATTOO SHOP ON ADAMS AND HAD N/H/B TATTOOED ACROSS MY BACK
IN OLD ENGLISH IN MEMORY OF ALL OF THAT HAVE DIED IN THE NAME OF
NEIGHBORHOOD BLOOD.

I AM COMMITTED TO MY “B”LOVED NEIGHBORHOOD ROLLIN’ 20’S BLOODS FOR LIFE.

WHAT IS MY ONE LIFE WORTH WHEN COMPARED TO ALL OF MY “B’LOVED THAT LOST
THEIR LIVES LAST YEAR?

MY FATHER WAS AMONG THOSE MOST “B”LOVED THAT I LOST LAST YEAR.
THE MOST “B”LOVED BY MADD RONALD1 ARE THOSE THAT MOST LOYAL TO MADD
RONALD1.

WHAT IS THE VALUE OF LIFE WHEN WE ARE ALL LIVING TO DIE?
COMBUSTIBLE ENERGY BUILDS UP SO MUCH NEGATIVITY FROM CONFLICT,
CONTRAVERSY, AND BACK BITING FROM THOSE CLOSEST TO ME THAT SOMETIMES I
WISH, I COULD JUST EXPLODE.

I’VE HAD DAYS THAT WERE SO FUCKED UP, I WOULD WISH DEATH OR JAIL UPON
MYSELF THEN REALITY WOULD COME INTO PLAY BECAUSE THAT IS TAKING THE EASY
WAY OUT, SO O/G/B MADD RONALD1 SHALL REMAIN TO BE THE VOICE THAT IS
CARRYING OUR MESSAGE STRAIGHT FROM THE ROLLIN’ 20’S OF WEST ADAMS-LOS
ANGELES TO THE WORLD.

KNOW OUR STORY AND FEEL THE PAIN FROM DEEP WITHIN THE SOULS OF
THOSE THAT HAVE BEEN CHOSEN IN THE NATURAL ORDER OF LIFE TO FIGHT.

THE REALITY OF THESE STREETS IS, “DYING CAN’T BE HALF THE HELL THAT LIVING IS.”
WE ARE AMONG THE DOOMED AND IT WILL BE THE FATE OF US ALL TO PAY WITH OUR
LIVES.

THE STATE OF NATURE DICTATES, “SOME WILL NATURALLY BE CHOSEN FOR BATTLE
FROM WITHIN THE SOCIAL ORDER OR BE ENSLAVED.

I AM COMPLIMENTED FROM MANY DIFFERENT PEOPLE WHEN I AM CIRCULATING IN
TH4E GENERAL POPULATION.
UPON REALIZATION OF O/G/B MADD RONALD1 FROM THE 20’S THE CONVERSATION
STARTS.
MY WRITING IS SPOKEN ON EVERYWHERE FROM AROUND THE WATERCOOLER AT
WORK, TO THE CURBSIDE OUT IN FRONT OF THE LIQUOR STORES.

ADOLESCENTS ARE DISCUSSING ME IN JR. HIGH SCHOOL AND COLLEGE GRADS ARE
DISCUSSING ME IN SOCIOLOGY CLASSES EVERYWHERE.

Y/G’s STOP ME IN THE HOOD TO SAY THEY FELT SOMETHING THEY READ ON THE WEB
THAT I HAD WRITTEN.
I WRITE TO GIVE THOSE THAT WOULD OTHERWISE NOT BE READING ANYTHING, A
REASON TO READ.

UPON THE DAY OF MY BLOODY DEMISE, SAY NOT A PRAYER FOR MY LOST SOUL.
I AM ACCOUNTABLE FOR MY TIME ON EARTH AND ALL OF THE OFFENSES THAT I HAVE
COMMITTED AGAINST HUMANITY.
IF MY FATE IS DEATH ALLOW ME THAT FATE.
SHOULD MY FATE BE TO BURN IN AN ETERNAL HELL, SO “B” IT.
THE ONLY WAY FOR ME TO END UP IN HELL IS IF GOD MEANT THAT TO BE MY DESTINY
FROM BIRTH.

I CAN TRY SINGING THE GOSPEL IN CHURCH OR RECITING THE BIBLE FROM COVER TO
COVER BUT THE TRUTH IS, IF MY DESTINY IS HELL IT WAS WRITTEN INTO MY PLAN OF
LIFE AT BIRTH.
THE ETERNAL FIRE OF HELL CAN’T BE HALF AS BAD AS THE MORTAL PAIN OF LIFE AND I
PUT THAT ON THE “B.”

NOW FEEL MY CONFUSION, IF I AM DESTINED TO DIE, I CAN’T BE WORRIED ABOUT AN
ETERNAL LIFE IN HELL, I HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT MY MORTAL LIFE ON EARTH AND I
KNOW THAT I HAVE BEEN CAST INTO HELL ON EARTH BECAUSE ALL THAT I EXIST
AMONG ARE SUFFERING.

MY FATHER DIED AND HE NEVER PRAYED. HE TOLD ME NOT TO WORRY ABOUT, “HELL”
COMING AFTER DEATH BECAUSE BLACK PEOPLE HAVE BEEN CATCHIN’ HELL ON EARTH
FOR AN ETERNITY.
HE NEVER WORRIED ABOUT HIS SOUL AND NOT PRAYING DID NOT DELAY HIS
DEPARTURE, IF THAT WAS GOOD ENOUGH FOR THE MAN THAT MADE ME, IT IS GOOD
ENOUGH FOR ME.
UPON MY FATHERS BIRTH HE EVEIDENTLY HAD SPECIAL ARRANGEMENTS WITH HIS
GREATER CREATOR.
DON’T FALL TO YOUR KNEES PRAYING FOR MY SOUL, SHED NOT A TEAR AT THE SITE
OF MY BURIAL.
ALLOW MY FINAL CHAPTER TO BE PEACEFUL AND MEMORABLE.
PAY YOUR RESPECTS AND IMMORTALIZE THIS MOMENT IN TIME.
IN THE NAME OF O/G/B MADD RONALD1 LET US NOW PRAY FOR PEACE.

O/G/B MADD RONALD1 NEVER SURRENDERED HIS SOUL BY WAY OF PRAYER OR
PRACTICE TO JESUS, JEHOVA, ALLAH OR ANY OTHER MEANS OF ORGANIZED RELIGIOUS
DENOMINATION.
HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH GOD WAS SPIRITUALLY INFINITE AND HE REFUSED TO LEAVE
UNTIL HIS PURPOSE WAS SERVED ON EARTH.
HE MADE NO PROMISES TO MAN BUT HE WAS COMMITTED TO THE PRESERVATION OF
HUMANITY.
HIS DREAM WAS THE FUTURE EVEN THOUGH HE IS NO LONGER A PART OF IT.
LET US NOW TAKE INTO CONSIDERATION THAT THERE HAS BEEN A LOT OF BLOOD SHED
IN THE NAMES OF ALL THAT WE BELIEVE TO BE “B”LOVED TO OUR SACRED
NEIGHBORHOODS.

THE HOMELAND IS RIGHT OUTSIDE OUR FRONT DOORS AND WE ARE LOYAL TO THE
NEIGHBORHOODS THAT WE COME OUT OF.
DANGER, DEATH, AND DESTRUCTION ALSO EXIST OUTSIDE OUR FRONTDOORS.
WE CAN’T EVEN RAISE OUR CHILDREN IN THE PLACES THAT WE GREW UP IN BECAUSE
WE MADE IT SO DANGEROUS, SO WE MUST BE IN SEARCH OF PEACEFUL RESOLUTION.

ASK YOURSELF, SHALL WE BE LOYAL TO THE DANGER THAT WE CREATED IN OUR
COMMUNTIES OR SHALL WE BE LOYAL TO THE SAFETY OF OUR CHILDREN.

I LEAVE YOU IN PEACE IN A WORLD OF NO MORE BLOOD SHED.
STAY SAFE! 20 MINUTES!

O/G/B MADD RONALD1 ROLLIN’20’s N/HOOD BLOODS

A MOMENT OF PHILOSOPHY:
I WAS BORN TO THE DAMNED, DESTINED TO BE DOOMED BORN INTO A HELL THAT I
HAVE NO UNDERSTANDING OF.
I WAS DEFINITELY CAST INTO A MORTAL HELL TO DIE AND IMMORTAL INFINITE AND
ETERNAL DEATH.

IT HAS BEEN A HARD LIFE AND A ROUGH RIDE, THE WAR WAGES ON IN THE STREETS
OF LOS ANGELES. I HAVE NOT BEEN IN THE MIDST OF THE DRAMA FOR A FEW
MONTHS NOW BUT I STILL FEEL AS IF BODIES ARE STILL FALLING AROUND ME. YOU
CAN TAKE O/G/B MADD RONALD1 OUT OF THE 20S BUT YOU CANT TAKE THE 20S OUT
OF MADD RONALD1. MY LIFE HAS BEEN THIS WAY SINCE AS FAR BACK AS I CAN
REMEMBER. MY ULTIMATE GOAL WITHIN MY QUEST AS A WRITER IS TO INSTILL
PRIDE IN THOSE THAT COME FROM THE SAME STREETS AS ME AS WELL AS THOSE
THAT COME FROM THE STREETS JUST LIKE ME AND TO PROVE THE FACT THAT WE
ARE NOT THOSE THAT ARE HOPELESS.

I HAVE FINALLY FINISHED WRITING THE INTERNET COMPOSITIONS OF O/G MADD
RONALD: BLOOD FOR LIFE ALONG WITH THE PIECE THAT I WROTE THAT WILL BE
FEATURED IN THE UPCOMING BOOK, THE BANDANA REPUBLIC. I HAVE NOT A DOLLAR
TO MY NAME AND I HAVE RELINQUISHED MY LIFE AS A DRUG DEALER IN THE STREETS
OF LOS ANGELES. IT IS HARD BECAUSE I AM TRYING TO FIT INTO THE NORMAL
SCHEME OF LIFE. NOW MY ENEMY HAS BECOME POVERTY. WITHIN MY MIND I AM A
LIBERATED PERSON BUT I ALWAYS THINK OF THE HOOD AND HOW EASY A DOLLAR IS
TO COME BY THERE. THEN I ALWAYS HAVE TO REMIND MYSELF THAT, IN ORDER TO
FLOURISH AND BECOME SUCCESSFUL WITHIN MY NEW LIFESTYLE I MUST SACRIFICE.
I AM NOT REALLY SACRIFICING TOO MUCH EXCEPT MY CHANCES OF GOING TO JAIL
OR GETTING KILLED IN THE STREETS OF THE 20S.

LIFE IS THE MOST MYSTERIOUS THING IN THE WORLD, THE SAME YEAR THAT I BEGAN
MY WRITING FOR THE WORLDWIDE WEB MY LIFE ALONG WITH MY PERSPECTIVES
STARTED TO CHANGE. MY ROUGHEST STRUGGLE IN MY LIFE THESE DAYS HAS BEEN
TRYING TO SEEK EMPLOYMENT IN A NEW PLACE. I HAVE TO FIT INTO THE NORMALITY
OF LIFE UNTIL THE DAY THAT MY BOOK STARTS TO SELL, WHICH SEEMS LIKE AN
ETERNITY. I HAVE SUCH A DEVOUT TEAM ON MY SIDE THAT I AM SURE THAT MY BOOK
WILL BE A BEST SELLER. THE READERS ALWAYS TELL ME AND I WOULD LIKE TO
THANK YOU ALL FOR EVERY BIT OF SUPPORT, CONDOLENCES, AND RESPECT THAT
YALL HAVE BEEN EXPRESSING TOWARD ME WITHIN MY TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS IN
2003.

EVEN THOUGH THE BOOK IS IN THE PROCESS OF BEING PUBLISHED, I AM STILL
DEDICATED TO THOSE THAT HAVE BEEN READING AND SUPPORTING ME THROUGH
THE INTERNET. THROUGHOUT THE PAST YEAR I HAVE HEARD FROM AN INFINITE
AMOUNT OF PEOPLE FROM ALL OVER THE WORLD AND I DO MY BEST TO ANSWER
ALL OF THE E-MAILS AND LETTERS THAT I HAVE BEEN RECEIVING. IF YOU HAVE NOT
RECEIVED A RESPONSE FROM ME, DONT TAKE IT AS A SIGN OF DISRESPECT ON MY
BEHALF. I HAVE BEEN IN TRANSITION WITHIN THE PAST MONTHS. I HAVE BEEN DOING
QUITE A BIT OF TRAVELING, SO THAT IS MY BAD FOR ALL OF THOSE LETTERS THAT I
HAVE NOT BEEN ANSWERING, BUT BELIEVE I READ EVERYONES LETTERS SO KEEP
PUTTING MAIL IN MY P.O. BOX AND I WILL EVENTUALLY GET AROUND TO ANSWERING
THOSE LETTERS.

I HAVE TO GIVE ALEJANDRO (ALBEE) A GREAT DEAL OF RESPECT FOR POSTING MY
WRITNG ON STREETGANGS.COM. I HAVE THE WORLD ON MY SIDE SO HOW WRONG
CAN I BE? I AM TRULY MOVED BY THOSE THAT FEEL MY WORDS AND UNDERSTAND
THAT I DO NOT GLORIFY THE LIFE OF A KILLER OR A CONVICT, I JUST TELL MY
STORIES FROM MY OWN POINT OF VIEW, BEING A BLOOD. I KNOW THAT I MUST HAVE
A GREAT DEAL OF IMPACT ON THE MINDS OF THE READERS BECAUSE I AM EVEN
CONTACTED BY CRIPS THAT KNOW THE LIFE AND FEEL EVERY WORD THAT I EXPRESS.

I SHARE MY LIFE WITH THE WORLD AS IF MY THOUGHTS ARE ON DISPLAY. SOME
ALWAYS WANTED TO KNOW WHAT GOES ON IN THE MINDS OF THE GANG MEMBERS
ALL AROUND THE WORLD, SO NOW YOU KNOW, WONDER NO MORE. I AM NO
DIFFERENT THAN ANY OF THE Y/GS OR O/GS IN YOUR NEIGHBORHOOD BECAUSE I
HAVE PUT MY FOOT ON EVERY STEP IN THIS LIFESTYLE WITHOUT MISSING A BEAT, I
STILL MIGHT HAVE ONE FOOT IN THE GRAVE AND THE OTHER IN THE PENITENTIARY. I
HAVE PRACTICALLY THREE DECADES ON THE SETT AND EVEN THOUGH I AM NOT IN
THE HOOD AND I AM SEARCHING FOR MYSELF, I AM STILL A MEMBER OF BLOODS ON
A WORLD-WIDE LEVEL. HAD IT NOT BEEN FOR BLOOD I WOULD BE NO ONE TO YOU
AND HAD IT NOT BEEN FOR BLOOD, I WOULD NOT KNOW HOW TO MAKE SOMETHING
FROM NOTHING.

THERE IS A LOT MORE THAN THE HUSTLE IN THE STREETS OF L.A. IN MY HOOD, WHO
YOU ARE DEFINES WHAT IT IS THAT YOU HAVE RIGHTS TO DO. I GUESS THAT IS WHAT
WE CALL LOVE. LET ME QUESTION LOVE FOR ONE MOMENT. WHAT IS LOVE AND
WHAT DOES IT TAKE IN ORDER TO ACHIEVE LOVE.

SOME THINK LOVE IS SOMETHING YOU WILL HAVE WHEN YOU THINK YOU HAVE MET
THE RIGHT PERSON. IF THEY ARE MEANT FOR YOUR LIFE WILL PREDICT THE FUTURE
ITSELF WITH NO INTERUPTIONS. THERE IS NO LOVE WHEN IT COMES TO MATERIAL
THINGS. YOU CANT LOVE SOMETHING THAT CAN BE TAKEN AWAY AS IF IT NEVER WAS
YOURS. IN MY OPININION LOVE IS TAKING THE TIME TO GET TO KNOW THOSE THAT
WE GET INVOLVED WITH. AN INVESTMENT OF TIME IS BASED ON LOVE, FOR ONCE WE
HAVE INVESTED OUR TIME, THE FRIENDSHIP WE HAVE DEVELOPED SHALL BE BASED
ON LOVE. THAT LOVE SHALL BE BASED ON OUR CONCERN FOR ONE ANOTHER AS
THAT SAME LOVE EVOLVES INTO A RELATIONSHIP. THAT IS SOMETHING THAT IS TRUE,
BETWEEN LOVERS OR HOMEBOYS THE POINT IS THAT LOVE IS A VERB NOT JUST A
WORD. SOMETIMES WE FORGET TO SAY THE WORD LOVE TO THOSE THAT REALLY
MATER OR WE FORGET TO EXPRESS THOSE FEELINGS, THEN WHEN WE REALIZE THAT
WHAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN SAID SOMETIMES IT IS TOO LATE. AS I HAVE SHARED MY
LIFE WITH THE WORLD IN THE MONTHS THAT HAVE PASSED EVERYONE KNOWS THAT
MY FATHER JUST DIED IN THE LATTER PART OF 2003.

I AM GLAD THAT I HAD THE CHANCE TO TELL HIM THAT I LOVED HIM. LIFE ALWAYS
SEEMS AS IF WE NEVER GET TO SAY ENOUGH BUT I KNOW THAT HE KNEW THAT
MUCH WHEN HE DIED. WHEN I TALK WITH MY HOMIES FROM THE 20S I ALWAYS TELL
THEM THAT I LOVE THEM, THEY ARE MY BROTHERS BY THE BLOOD OF ROLLIN 20S
NEIGHBORHOOD, NO MATTER WHERE I AM AT IN THE WORLD OR WHAT I AM DOING. I
SHED TEARS FOR EVERY HOMIE FROM THE 20S IN TIMES OF GRIEF. LIFE IS THE
MOST PRECIOUS GIFT IN THE WORLD AND TIME IS THE MOST PRECIOUS GIFT IN LIFE,
AS LONG AS YOU HAVE YOUR HEALTH AND YOUR FREEDOM YOU HAVE THE TOOLS
TO BUILD THE LIFE THAT YOU DESEIRE.

WHEN I WAS IN THE STATE PENITENTIARY WE USE TO SAY, IN ORDER TO COME UP
YOU JUST HAVE TO BE IN THE RIGHT PLACE AT THE RIGHT TIME, AND BEING BEHIND
ANYBODYS BARS IT IS NOT THE RIGHT PLACE OR TIME. I WISH TO ACHIEVE
GREATNESS BY BECOMING SUCCESSFUL AS A WRITER, THEN GOING BACK TO THE
HOOD SHOWING THOSE LIKE ME THAT ARE STUCK IN THE GAME THAT THERE IS AWAY
OUT OF ALL THE MADNESS AND CONFUSION AND TO NEVER STOP SEARCHING FOR
PROSPERITY IN LIFE. THE GHETTO IS JUST ANOTHER INSTITUTION, JUST THE SAME AS
JAIL OR THE MILITARY. YOU ARE STUCK THERE UNTIL YOUR SENTENCE OR TOUR IS
OVER. THE CONTROLLING ELEMENTS OF SURVIVAL ARE ISSUED BY THE
GOVERNMENT WHETHER THAT BE AMMUNITION, FOOD, OR EVEN DRUGS NOTHING IN
WITHOUT THE GOVERNMENTS APPROVAL. ISNT IT STRANGE, HOW EASY IT IS TO DIE IN
EITHER OF THESE PLACES. THOSE THAT CAN’T UNDERSTAND WHAT I MEAN ABOUT
THE GHETTO BEING AN INSTITUTION IT IS NOT AN INSTITUTION OF INCARCERATION,
MILITARY OR EDUCATION, IT IS THE INSTITUTION OF POVERTY AND ALL THOSE THERE
ARE LEFT TO BE DEPENDENT UPON THE GOVERNMENT AND WHAT IS OFFERED OR
HANDED OUT.

SOME ARE WAITING ON WELFARE, GENERAL RELIEF (ASSISTANCE), OR FOOD
STAMPS. SOME ARE JUST WAITING FOR THE NEXT SHIPMENT OF DRUGS, THAT THE
GOVERNMENT TURNS THEIR BACKS AND ALLOW TO ENTER THESE BORDERS. IF
THERE WAS A BIG FENCE AROUND LOS ANGELES IT WOULD EQUAL NO MORE THAN
AN OVERSIZED PENITENTIARY. THAT IS WHY WHEN YOU ENTER THE CALIFORNIA
PRISON SYSTEM MOST OF THE INMATES ARE FROM LOS ANGELES WE WERE PRE-
CONDITIONED ON THE STREET AND WE ADAPT TO ALL CIRCUMSTANCES AS FAST AS
THEY HAPPEN OR CHANGE. EVEN THE SCHOOLS IN L.A. ARE LIKE PRISONS, I ALWAYS
SAY, THE YARD IS THE YARD WHETHER THAT BE SCHOOL, PLAYGROUND, OR PRISON
YOU WILL BE TESTED AND YOU CANT BE NO PUNK. LIFE IS ONE ROUGH RIDE WHEN
YOU DONT KNOW WHAT IT IS TO HAVE HAD AN EASY LIFE AND TO FIGHT AND
STRUGGLE IS ALL THAT YOU KNOW. THE MORE OF MY WRITINGS THAT YOU READ,
THE MORE YOU WILL REALIZE MY CONCERN FOR THOSE STILL IN THE STREETS
SELLING DRUGS, USING DRUGS, AND GANGBANGIN. I COULD NEVER TURN MY BACK
ON THEM BECAUSE I AM ONE OF THEM AND THEY ARE MY PEOPLE. I AM A BLOOD
AND I NEVER PUT ANY KUT ON MY BELONGINGS OR TRY TO WATER DOWN MY
AFFILLIATION. I AM O/G/B MADD RONALD1 FROM WESTSIDE ROLLIN 20S
NEIGHBORHOOD BLOODS. I DONT STEREOTYPE MYSELF AS A GANG MEMBER, I AM A
MEMBER OF THE URBAN SUB CULTURE THAT HAS TAKEN THE WORLD BY STORM. IT
IS THE URBAN SUB CULTURE THAT INFLUENCES THE MAINSTREAM, EVERYBODY
WANTS TO BE DOWN OR AT LEAST SAY THEY ARE. GANGS ARE MERELY A SUB
CULTURE WITHIN THEMSELVES, SO REMEMBER THAT THE NEXT TIME YOU ARE
QUESTIONED BY THE LAW ABOUT YOUR GANG AFFILLIATION IT IS PRACTICALLY
CRIMINAL TO BE A GANG MEMBER IN THIS AGE AND TIME.

I AM WHO I AM, FROM WHERE I AM FROM, I STAND AT THE FOREFRONT OF THE
MOVEMENT SO I SHALL BE THE SPEARHEAD. THE CONSCIOUS BLOOD MOVEMENT
EVOLVES FROM WITHIN L.A.’S GANG CRISIS. MY MOVEMENT STANDS IN
REPRESENTATION OF THOSE BLOODS OF CONSCIOUS MINDS AND ARE NOT BLINDED
BY THE IGNORANCE THAT INFILTRATES OUR ENVIRONMENTS AND OUR MINDS ON A
DAILY BASIS. I MYSELF AM THE FOREFATHER OF BLOODISM, BUT THAT IS
SOMETHING ELSE TO BE DEVULGED AT ANOTHER TIME WITHIN MY WRITING. WE ARE
NOT A GROUP OF TERRORIST OR MASS MURDERERS BECAUSE WE ARE BLOODS. WE
ARE SCHOLARS OF THE STREETLIFE THAT UNDERSTAND THAT CHANGES HAVE TO BE
MADE WITHIN OUR METHOD OF THOUGHT. WE ARE OF LIBERATED MINDS, WE REP
BLOOD WITH PRIDE AS THE INNOVATORS AND THINKERS OF THE NEW MILLENIUM. WE
ARE YOUR GHETTO MILITIA AND OUR WEAPON OF CHOICE IS KNOWLEDGE.

OUR RIVAL ENEMY IS NOT THE CRIPS, BUT OUR NUMBER ONE ENEMY IS OUR OWN
IGNORANCE AND THE IGNORANCE THAT POISONS THE MINDS OF ALL THOSE JUST
LIKE US. WE ARE PUSHING FORWARD AND INFILTRATING THE MAINSTREAM ON A
DAILY BASIS. A CHANGE MUST COME IN THE WAY WE VIEW THE WORLD AS WELL AS
ONE ANOTHER. WE MUST VALUE LIFE FOR WHAT IT IS REALLY WORTH SO THAT WE
MAY APPRECIATE ONE ANOTHER’S LIVES JUST AS WELL AS OUR OWN. THE TRUE
ENEMY IS NOT HAVING THE KNOWLEDGE, WISDOM, UNDERSTANDING, AND
TOLERANCE TO WORK OUT OUR CONFLICTS WITH PEACEFUL RESOLUTION. I
RECOGNIZE THE WAYS OF THE WORLD AND THE PLIGHT OF HUMANITY. I COME
STRAIGHT FROM THE TRENCHES OF THE WESTSIDE 20S OF L.A. I REP MY SETT WITH
BOTH HANDS IN THE AIR THROWIN UP WITH THE B AND A RED FLAG TIED ON MY
HEAD. I AM NOT SCARED TO SPEAK MY MIND. HOW LONG WILL IT BE BEFORE
ANOTHER RESPECTED O/G COMES ALONG TO SPEAK OUT AND IS WILLING TO DO
WHAT IS NECESSARY TO LEAD THE MASSES TO A FREE STATE OF MIND? WHO ELSE IS
WILLING TO LIBERATE THE MINDS OF THOSE THAT ARE NOT KNOWING AND
CONTINUALLY LIVE IN A PRISON OF IGNORANCE WITHIN THEM SELVES?

THE MESSAGES THAT I DELIVER TO YOU MAY NOT EVEN BE MY OWN, THEY COULD
POSSIBLY BE REVELATIONS DELIVERED TO ME, IN ORDER TO LIBERATE THE MINDS
THAT ARE STILL BOUND BY THE SHACKLES OF INJUSTICE AND IGNORANCE. IF IT IS I
THAT HAS BEEN CHOSEN TO SPEAK THEN IT MUST BE I THAT HAS BEEN CHOSEN TO
DELIVER THE KEY TO THE KNOWLEDGE THAT WILL UNLOCK THE CHAINS AND FREE
THE MINDS OF YOU ALL. MY MISSION ON EARTH COULD POSSIBLY BE TO TEACH
CONSCIOUSNESS TO BOTH BLOODS AND CRIPS IN ORDER TO DEVELOP RESPECT. I
AM NOT A BIG MAN PHYSICALLY, I AM ONLY 5’8” IN HEIGHT AND WEIGHING IN AT 160
POUNDS. BUT MENTALLY AND PSYCHOLOGICALLY I STAND AT INFINITE HEIGHTS
WITHIN THE MINDS OF THOSE THAT COMPREHEND MY METAPHORS. FOR ALL THAT I
DONT HAVE IN PHYSICAL STATURE I MAKE UP FOR WITH MY DEVOTION AND
DEDICATION TO FIGHT FOR CHANGE WITHIN THE CIRCUMSTANCES OF LIFE THAT
COMMONLY PLAGUE US AS A PEOPLE. WITHIN THESE DRASTIC CIRCUMSTANCES
THAT WE ARE TORN DOWN BY, KNOWLEDGE IS THE MOST POWERFUL WEAPON THAT
IS AVAILABLE TO US. I WAS ONCE TOLD BY ONE OF MY COLLEGE PROFESSORS,
THOSE THAT KNOW GET PAID FOR KNOWING, THOSE THAT DONT KNOW, PAY TO
KNOW. IT IS TIME FOR CIVILITY AMONG GANG MEMBERS. IT IS TIME FOR
RESOLUTION AMONG GANG MEMBERS. IT IS NOW TIME FOR PEACE AMONG ALL
GANGS ON A WORLDWIDE LEVEL.THERE IS NO WAY ALL OF THIS WILL EVER TAKE
PLACE AT ONE TIME. NOW THAT YOU HAVE READ IT IN THE WORDS OF O/G/B MADD
RONALD, IT WILL NOW ETERNALLY BE IMPLANTED IN THE SUBCONSCIOUS MINDS OF
YOU ALL, SO LET US CONSIDER THAT FOOD FOR THOUGHT. I STAND AMONG MY OWN
PEERS, AS A MEMBER OF A GROUP OF WRITERS STRAIGHT OUT OF THE STRAIGHT
OUT OF THE STREETS OF THE WEST ADAMS. THEY ARE ACCREDITED JUST AS WELL
AS MEMBERS OF THE ROLLIN 20S NHBLOODS. RATT, FRECKLES, AND KREOLE ARE
ALL RAPPERS WORKING ON INDIVIDUAL PROJECTS THAT WRITE THEIR OWN RAPP
LYRICS. DE- ROCK IS AN UP AND COMING STAND UP COMEDIAN THAT WRITES HIS
OWN JOKES, MATERIAL AND ROUTINES, AND LOKO IS WRITING HIS AUTOBIOGRAPHY
FROM BEHIND THE WALLS OF FOLSOM STATE PRISON.

THESE ARE JUST AMONG A FEW OF THE TALENTS, I AM EXPOSED TO, WHEN I DWELL
DEEP IN THE TRENCHES OF THE WESTSIDE ROLLIN 20S. THE WORLD IS IN A STATE OF
TURMOIL. THE SOCIAL SYSTEM THAT EXIST IS OF A FAILING STRUCTURE THAT IS
CRUMBLING, THERE IS NO HOPE IN SIGHT. THE WORLDS ECONOMY IS DETERMINED
BY THE WORLDS POVERTY. THE RICH ARE GETTING RICHER AND THE POORER ARE
GETTING POORER. THERE IS NO HOPE FOR THE FUTURE AS THERE WAS NO HOPE
FOR THE PAST. MY PAST WAS A TROUBLED ONE, I HAVE BEEN SUBJECTED TO
SELLING CRACK AND GANGBANGIN IN ORDER TO SURVIVE. I FEEL AS IF I AM RUNNING
FROM MY PAST BUT I AM RUNNING AND NOT GOING ANYWHERE. I HAVE SWORN TO
NEVER SELL DRUGS AGAIN, BUT I HOPE TO NEVER BE SUBJECTED TO THE
CIRCUMSTANCES OF MY PAST EVER AGAIN. MY HEART AND SOUL ARE STILL
FRAGMENTED FROM THE LOSING OF MY FATHER IN THE PAST MONTHS. I FEEL AS IF
I AM DRIFTING AWAY EVEN THOUGH I REMAIN TO BE MOTIONLESS. LIFE WILL NEVER
BE THE SAME FOR ME AND I AM STILL COMING TO TERMS WITH THAT FACT. I STILL
SEE HIS FACE AND I STILL HEAR HIS VOICE EVEN THOUGH I NEVER WILL AGAIN. I
WALKED OUT OF THE GAME BACK IN SEPTEMBER OF 2003, ALONG WITH MY FATHER.
I LEFT LOS ANGELES EN ROUTE TO DESTINATION UNKNOWN. I HAVE FULFILLED MY
MISSION OF COMPLETION OF MY FIRST BOOK, NOW I AM AWAITING THE DATE THAT IT
WILL DROP. I HAD TO GET AWAY FROM THE EVERYDAY MADNESS THAT I WAS
INVOLVED IN. I TAKE IT ALL TO BE FOR THE BEST. EVERYONE MUST REALIZE, IT IS
HARD TO WRITE A BOOK WITH AN INK PEN IN ONE HAND AND A GUN IN THE OTHER.
HOW COULD I EVER FOCUS ON WHAT IT IS THAT I AM WRITING, AS I SIT AT THE
COMPUTER TYPING, WITH ONE EYE ON THE MONITOR AND THE OTHER LOOKING
OVER MY SHOULDER? I HAVE FOUND SOMEWHERE ON THE FACE OF THE EARTH
WHERE WHAT COLOR I WEAR OR WHETHER I AM A BLOOD. MY LIFE IS UNSETTLED
AND UP IN THE AIR RIGHT NOW. I AM IN SEARCH OF MYSELF WITH NO CLUES OF
WHERE I SHALL LOOK SO I KNOW NOT WHERE I SHALL BE FOUND. IT IS NOW MY
TIME, TIME FOR ME TO DISCOVER MY OWN SELF AND WHATEVER IT IS THAT IS BEST
FOR ME. IT IS TRUE A JOB AINT NOTHININ BUT WORK. I NOW AWAKEN IN THE WEE
HOURS OF THE MORNING AS I HEAD OUT IN SEARCH OF WORK. WHEN I FINALLY FIND
WORK AT THE LABOR AGENCY THAT I AM WORKING FOR I AM STANDING VERTICALLY
ON THE SIDE OF ONE OF THE BIGGEST STEEPEST HILLS ON CAMP PENDLETONS
MARINE BASE WITH A SHOVEL OR A HOE IN MY HANDS. I AM DIGGING TRENCHES AND
I AM ASSISTING IN EROSION CONTROL OR LANDSCAPING. IT IS A LONG WAY FROM
THE GAME OF LIFE THAT I WAS INVOLVED IN JUST A FEW MONTHS AGO BUT IT PAYS.
IF I DONT WORK, I DONT EAT. IT DONT PAY MUCH BUT IT IS HONEST AND I FEEL GOOD
ABOUT MYSELF AT THE END OF THE DAY. AS A DRUG DEALER I ALWAYS HAD TO ASK
MYSELF, AM I HEALING THE PEOPLE BY PACIFYING THEM WITH CRACK COCAINE OR
AM I KILLING THEM, BECAUSE I KNOW WHAT THE CRACK EPIDEMIC HAS DONE TO SO
MANY OF OUR BLACK PEOPLE, SINCE ITS INTRODUCTION. I HAVE TRULY ASSUMED
THE POSITION OF THE CONSCIOUS BLOOD. I MUST REMAIN CONSCIOUS AND
FOCUSED, EVEN THOUGH I AM STILL FIGHTING FOR MY OWN EXISTENCE. SOMEDAY I
WILL RETURN TO L.A. AFTER ALL THAT IS WHERE MY CHILDREN ARE. I THINK OF THEM
EVERYDAY, I MISS THEM EVEN MORE FROM DAY TO DAY. I TALK TO MY KIDS ON A
REGULAR BASIS THEY SAY TO ME, DADDY I LOVE YOU, I MISS YOU, AND WHEN ARE
YOU COMING BACK? I OFTEN REPLY, I LOVE YOU TO, BUT I DONT KNOW WHEN I WILL
BE COMING BACK. I WRITE WITH TEARS IN MY EYES BECAUSE MY MANY THOUGHTS
ARE SO VERY UNSETTLING WITHIN MY OWN MIND. AT THIS VERY MOMENT MINNIE
RIPPERTON SETS THE BACKGROUND AS REPEATS THE WORDS, BACK DOWN
MEMORY LANE, OVER AND OVER IN MY EARS. MY SEEDS KNOW THAT THEY HAVE ME
BUT I FEEL THAT I HAVE NO ONE. MY HOMIES BACK IN THE 20S ARE CONSTANTLY
CHECKING UP ON ME THEY CONSTANTLY HIT ME ON THE CELL PHONE ON A DAILY
BASIS JUST TO STAY IN TOUCH AND MAKE SURE THAT I AM ALRIGHT. I MISS MY LIFE
OF GANGSTERISM. I MISS BEING AMONG THE 20S AS WHOMEVER I CHOSE TO BE .I
MISS ROLLIN THROUGH THE 20S WITH THE 323 AREA CODE ON MY RIGHT HIP AND 213
ON MY LEFT HIP. THE 20S IS A BIG PLACE THAT I SAW IT NECESSARY TO NEED 2 AREA
CODES FOR COMMUNICATION PURPOSES. I MISS ROLLIN IN MY STOCK CHEVY
MAILBU CLASSIC WITH THE BEAT BUMPIN. EVERY MORNING THAT I WALK TO WORK I
RECOLLECT THE FACT THAT I COULD MAKE THE MONEY THAT I AM BEING PAID FOR 8
HOURS OF BACK BREAKING LABOR IN 20 MINUTES BACK IN THE HOOD WITHOUT
EVER BREAKING A SWEAT. MY HEART BEATS LIKE A HOLLOW DRUM WHENEVER I
SPEAK TO MY HOMIES FROM THE 20S. I GET CALLS FROM THE INTERSECTION OF
NORMANDIE AVENUE AND ADAMS BOULEVARD TELLING ME HOW THE HOOD JUST
AINT THE SAME WITHOUT ME. THEY ALWAYS ASK, WHEN AM I COMING BACK HOME
TO THE 20S, WHEN I SAY THAT I AM NOT, THERE IS ALWAYS A LONG DELAYED
SILENCE AS MY ANSWER IS ABSORBED INTO THE CONVERSATION. I LOVE MY
NEIGHBORHOOD ROLLIN 20S BECAUSE THEY ALWAYS WISH ME THE BEST. EVERYONE
KNOWS THAT I HAD TO ENDURE GREAT DEVASTATION TO GIVE UP MY LIFE IN THE
HOOD. I TALK TO GOD ON A DAILY BASIS. DONT THINK THAT I HAVE SUDDENLY
DISCOVERED ANY NEWFOUND RELIGIONS OR HAVE GIVEN MY LIFE TO THE GOD OF
THE CHRISTIANS, MUSLIMS, JEWS, OR ANY OTHER DENOMINATION OF ORGANIZED
RELIGION. GOD TO ME SHALL REMAIN A NAMELESS AND INFINITE BEING, THE GIVER
AND TAKER OF LIFE. NOT HE NOR SHE BECAUSE TO DETERMINE THE SEX OF GOD
WOULD NOT BE INFINITE, IT WOULD BE DEFINITE. I KNOW MY FATHER FELT A GREAT
DEAL OF PAIN IN HIS LAST DAYS ON EARTH, I HOPE HE NO LONGER FEELS THE PAIN IN
DEATH THAT HE HAD TO ENDURE IN LIFE.

I AM TRAPPED IN MY OWN NIGHTMARE, THE L.AP.D. IS AT MY FRONT DOOR, THE FEDS
JUST KNOCKED DOWN MY BACK DOOR WITH THE BATTER RAM, I RUN FOR TOILET
ALL I WILL NEED IS ONE FLUSH TO GET RID OF THE DRUGS. GUNFIRE ERUPTS COURT
IS HELD IN THE STREET, I SUDDENLY AWAKEN. YOU CAN TAKE MADD RONALD OUT OF
THE 20S, BUT YOULL NEVER TAKE THE 20S OUT OF MADD RONALD. I AM IN THE
SAFETY OF WHAT GANG MEMBERS WOULD CALL NO-MANS LAND. I HAVE CHECKED
TO SEE HOW MY RATINGS ARE ON STREETGANGS.COM AND I SEE THAT I AM LOSING
POPULARITY AMONG THE MASSES. IT DONT MATTER I HAVE A MISSION TO FULFILL SO
LIKE IT OR NOT I SHALL REMAIN TO WRITE AS LONG AS THERE IS A DEMAND BY ALL
OF THOSE THAT BE HOLLERIN AND SHOWING LOVE THROUGH E-MAIL AND INSTANT
MESSENGER. MUCH LOVE TO YOU ALL. GOT HATERS? I DO. I TREAT HATERS LIKE
HURDLES IN THE RACE OF LIFE, I JUST LEAP RIGHT OVER THEM AND CONTINUE MY
STRIDE, BECAUSE I CANT BE STOPPED. I AM THE ONE WHO HAD SAID, HATERS MUST
EXIST, SO FUCKEM. HATE ME BROKE, BECAUSE YOU ARE GOING TO SWEAR WE KOOL
WHEN THE BOOK DROPS AND GETS THE EXTAORDINARY REVIEWS THAT IT IS SURE TO
GET. THE WORLD HAS YET TO FEELTHE FULL IMPACT OF MY PHILOSOPHICAL, OUT OF
THE BOX POINT OF VIEWS. ALWAYS REMEMBER YOU CANT CRITICIZE WHAT YOU
HAVE NEVER READ. KEEPIN IT REAL, I CANT HATE ON THE HATERS, THEY ARE THE
ONES THAT HELP PUSH ME OVER THE TOP. I LOVE THEM ALSO. IT DONT MATTER, YOU
CANT STOP WHAT IS MEANT TO BE, SO I SHALL CONTINUE TO MOVE FORWARD
WITHOUT LOSING ANY STRIDE AS I PUSH TO MAKE THINGS HAPPEN. WHO’S IS BETTER
THAN I, AT DELIVERING TO YOU TRUE REVELATIONS FROM THE STREETS OF LOS
ANGELES? FOR THOSE THAT WILL NEVER GET ANY CLOSER TO THE STREETS THAN
WHAT THEY READ,WHICH IS WRITTEN BY MADD RONALD AND FOR THOSE THAT HAVE
NEVER BEEN ANY CLOSER TO A DRIVE-BY SHOOTING THAN THE LYRICS OF LIFE THAT
THEY HAVE READ IN MY PAST COMPOSITIONS, MUCH LOVE TO YOU ALSO FOR YOUR
LOVE AND RESPECT. TO ALL THOSE THAT HAVE BEEN ENQUIRING ABOUT WHEN THE
BOOK, THE INTERNET COMPOSITIONS OF O/G MADD RONALD: BLOOD FOR LIFE, WILL
BE COMING OUT SOON. IT IS IN THE WORKS SO BE LOOKING FOR IT. I WILL ALSO BE
FEATURED IN ANOTHER BOOK IN 2004 CALLED, THE BANDANA REPUBLIC, SO BE ON
THE LOOK OUT FOR MY COMPOSITION IN THAT BOOK ENTITLED, THE ALPHA, OMEGA,
AND THE ARMAGEDON.

SOME HAVE HEARD ME SAY THIS BEFORE IN ANOTHER OF MY COMPOSITIONS;
SOMETIMES IT’S HARD TO SMILE WHEN YOU ARE IN SEARCH OF HAPPINESS. IT IS
NEVER ANYWHERE THAT YOU ARE SEARCHING AND NOTHING IN LIFE IS GOOD. GOOD
IS JUST A SUITABLE PREFERENCE THAT IS CONVENIENT FOR YOUR PERSONALIZED
PLEASURE AT THE PRESENT MOMENT. I OBSERVE THE SETTING SUN AS IT
SUBMERGES INTO THE WESTERN SKY. I HEAR THE WAVES OF THE WORLD CRASHING
DOWN ON THE B SHORE OF LIFE. WE SHALL BURY ALL OF OUR PROBLEMS IN THE
SAND, SO THAT THEY MAY SIMPLY BE WASHED AWAY AS THE TIDE ROLLS BACK OUT
INTO THE OCEAN. WATCHING THE WAVES LIKE THIS MAKES ME SUDDENLY HOODSICK
FOR WEST ADAMS BOULEVARD. MY MIND STARTS TO DRIFT TOWARD WATCHING THE
HEAVY TRAFFIC BUILD UP ON ADAMS BOULEVARD FROM DAY TO DAY WHILE I
WATCHED THE TRAFFIC CONSTANTLY PASS ME BY, AS I WOULD CONSTANTLY THINK
TO MYSELF THE WORLD IS IN SUCH A RUSH TO GO NOWHERE FAST.

AS A CHILD MY FATHER SHELTERED, PROTECTED, AND PROVIDED FOR MY EVERY
NEED. I CONSTANTLY RELIVE THOSE DAYS AND SOMETIMES I AWAKEN FROM MY
DREAMS IN TEARS WHEN I DREAM ABOUT HIM. I AWAKEN AND REALIZE, I AM TRULY A
SELFISH INDIVIDUAL. I HAVE TO APPRECIATE THE TIME THAT WE HAD TOGETHER AND
HIS DAYS ON THIS EARTH. NOW I KNOW, HE IS FREE OF THE PAIN SUFFERING AND
PROBLEMS THAT PLAGUE US AS MORTAL HUMAN BEINGS AS WE ROAM THE SURFACE
OF THE EARTH. HE HAS BEEN RELEASED FROM THE TORMENT OF THIS HELL THAT WE
HAVE BEEN CAST INTO WITHIN OUR MORTAL LIVES. EVEN THOUGH HE HAS PASSED
ON AND I HAVE MOVED ON, THERE ARE STILL THOSE THAT ARE SUFFEREING, CRYING,
AND DYING WHERE WE COME FROM. I FEEL PAIN AT ITS GREATEST EXTENT, BUT
THERE IS SOMEONE FEELING WORSE THAN ME. EVEN THOUGH MY HEART IS BROKEN
I KNOW SOME PEOPLES HEARTS ARE
DIMINISHED.

I RECALL ONCE HAVING A CONVERSATION WITH ONE OF MY DOGS, FROM THE CITY,
BLACK-P-STONE NATION THAT I HAD GROWN UP GANG BANGIN WITH. HE HAD TOLD
ME HOW HE HAD TO TAKE A GUN FROM HIS YOUNG SON, WHO WAS NOW A
TEENAGER AND MAY HAVE BEEN BANGIN THE SAME SETT AS HIS DAD. HE WAS
SPEAKING IN A MANNER THAT HAD REMINDED ME SO MUCH OF HIM WHEN HE WAS
YOUNG. WHEN HE FINISHED TELLING ME THE STORY, HE SAID THAT THE WHOLE
INCIDENT HAD BROUGHT TEARS TO HIS EYES. IT IS FUNNY HOW OUR PAST COMES
BACK TO HAUNT US IN SO MANY WAYS.

THE CONDITIONS OF THE WORLD STILL EXIST NO MATTER WHAT IS GOING ON WITHIN
ME, OR AROUND ME. I HAVE BEEN ON HIATUS SINCE THE LOSS OF MY FATHER. I
HAVE TRAVELED FAR OUTSIDE OF LOS ANGELES, I HAVE VENTURED DEEP INTO
OTHER REALMS OF ACTIVISM. I HAVE LEARNED OF CAUSES BEYOND ANDSIMILAR TO
THOSE THAT I WAS FACED WITH BACK IN THE HOOD. I LEARNED OF SYCAMORE,
MAPLE, CEDAR, PINE AND FIR JUST TO NAME A FEW. I HAVE BEEN IN THE LAND OF
ECO-WARRIORS, TREE SITTERS AND ENVIROMENTAL ACTIVIST. I WAS IMPRESSED BY
THE NOBILITY OF CAUSES LIKE, FOOD NOT BOMBS. LET US NOW CONSIDER THE LIFE
OF A TREE. THOSE OF US WHOM HAVE GROWN UP IN L.A. AMONG ASHFALT AND
CONCRETE HAVE NO IDEA HOW PRECIOUS THE LIFE OF A TREE REALLY IS. IT IS
REALLY SOMETHING STRANGE TO SEE A HUMAN BEING THAT IS PRACTICALLY
PREPARED TO SACRFICE THEIR OWN LIFE IN ORDER TO NOT SEE THESE GREAT
MONUMENTAL TREES BE SACRFICED TO THE LUMBER INDUSTRY.

THE WORLD IS A PLACE OF MANY DIFFERENT CAUSES. TAKING THE TIME TO FEED
PEOPLE THAT ARE HUNGRY IS ANOTHER CAUSE THAT HAD TRULY CAPTIVATED MY
HEART. I COULD NOT HELP THINKING ABOUT THE THOUSANDS OF HOMELESS OF L.A.
AND HOW SO LITTLE IS BEING DONE TO ASSIST THOSE THAT ARE HUNGRY RIGHT
BACK IN THE STREETS THAT I COME FROM. MY MIND STILL WANDERS AND MY HEART
WANDERS EVEN FARTHER. IT IS TIME FOR ME TO TRAVEL ONCE AGAIN SO MY MIND IS
ONCE AGAIN PROPELLED INTO MOTION. I FIND MYSELF STANDING ON A WARM
BEACH IN SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA ON A WARM NIGHT. SO DIFFERENT IT IS HERE
COMPARED TO THE FREEZING TEMPERATURES THAT I WAS LIVING IN DURING THE
WEEK BEFORE. I HAVE LEARNED OF THE QUINALT AND OTHER NATIVE TRIBES OF THE
PACIFIC NORTHWEST. FOR ALL THAT I HAVE LEARNED, I AM STILL HOODSICK FOR THE
WESTSIDE NEIGHBORHOOD ROLLIN 20S. I MUST RETURN BECAUSE THE 20′s ARE ALL
THAT I KNOW. I STILL LOOK OVER MY SHOULDER AND WATCH MY BACK EVEN
THOUGH THERE ARE NO OTHER GANG MEMBERS TO BE AWARE OF BESIDE MYSELF. I
AM STILL SUBDUED WITHIN MY OWN PARANOIA. I WAS WON A SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA
BEACH OUTSIDE OF L.A. COUNTY AND HEARD SOMEONE USE THE C WORD. I LOOKED
TO SEE WHO IT WAS AND SAW A YOUNG WANNA-BE WITH A BLUE RAG TIED ON HIS
HEAD CALLING SOME OTHER YOUNG KID CUZ. AT FIRST I THOUGHT HE WAS TRIPPIN
OFF OF MY BURGUNDY SHOE LACES IN MY LUGZ TENNIS SHOES THEN I REALIZED
THESE ARE KIDS WHO MIGHT BE LISTENING TO TOO MUCH RAPP MUSIC OR SMOKING
TOO MUCH WEED. THE LAST THING IN THIS WORLD THAT THEY WOULD BE WANTING
IS TO CLASH WITH MADD RONALD FROM N/H/B ROLLIN 20S. THEY DONT EVEN KNOW
HOW TO ENGAGE AND FURTHERMORE THEY LOOKED TO BE AS YOUNG AS MY
TEENAGE SON.

THE DIMENSIONS OF LIFE ARE SO STRANGE FROM FACET TO FACET. HAD I BEEN IN
THE SAME POSITION IN L.A. AND SAW 2 YOUNG CRIPS MY DEFENSE MECHANISM
WOULD HAVE BEEN ACTIVATED.THERE IS A GREATER PROBABILITY THAT 2 YOUNG
CRIPS IN L.A. WOULD HAVE BEEN OUT FOR STRIPES. TODAY IS DECEMBER 3, AND MY
CELL PHONE IS RINGING, I ANSWER IT TO FIND OUT THAT MY HOMEBOY EVIL HAS
BEEN RELEASED FROM THE PAIN AND HARDSHIP OF THIS LIFE VIA A BULLET FROM A
RIVAL GANG MEMBER. EVIL WAS A YOUNG MAN WITH GREAT POTENTIAL, HE WAS A
FATHER AND A REAL HOMIE I AM GOING TO MISS. I OFTEN WONDER AM I MISSING
ANYTHING SINCE I HAVE LEFT THE HOOD? IT IS ALL SO STRANGE TO ME BECAUSE I
AM STANDING ON THE OUTSIDE AND IT STILL FEELS LIKE BODIES ARE STILL FALLING
ALL AROUND ME. THE WORLD IS STILL SPINNING AT AN UNBELIEVABLE SPEED, THERE
IS NO GRAVITY AND NO CENTRIFUGAL FORCES, SO I AM LIABLE TO GO FLYING OVER
THE EDGE OR LOSE MY HEAD AT ANY GIVEN MOMENT.

THE WORLD IS ONE BIG AMUSEMENT PARK AND THE RIDE IS CONSTANTLY GOING UP
AND DOWN, ROUND AND ROUND, SOME FAST, SOME SLOW, JUST THE SAME AS LIFE.
LET US NOT THINK OF EVIL AS ANOTHER SENSELESS VICTIM OF GANG VIOLENCE IN
THE STREETS OF L.A. I SHALL SAY, EVIL HAS BEEN TO HIS HIGHEST HEIGHTS, HIS
LOWEST OF LOWS, LIVED AS FAST AS HE POSSIBLY COULD, AND SLOWER THAN
SLOW. THIS IS WHERE THE RIDE ENDS AND HE PASSES THROUGH TO THE NEXT LIFE.
IT HAS BEEN A GOOD LIFE AND A BETTER RIDE. DOVE LOVE EVIL, MAY YOU FOREVER
B IN PEACE. I HAVE AWAKENED THE FOLLOWING MORNING TO THE REALIZATON OF
ANOTHER OF MY FRIEND’S LIFE HAVE BEEN SACRIFICED TO THE STREETS. I WALK
DOWN THE STREET WITH NO FEAR OF THE DANGERS THAT WE ALL MUST BE AWARE
OF WHEN WE WALK ON GANG RELATED TURF LIKE THE 20S. I DO KNOW THE FEELING
FELT DEEP WITHIN MY GUT AS MY STOMACH TURNS AS I FEEL NAUSIATED AT THE
THOUGHT OF LOSING ANOTHER LIFE OR LOSING MY OWN LIFE.

MY TOUGHEST BATTLE WITHIN THE PAST FEW MONTHS HAS BEEN NORMALITY,
FITTING INTO A NORMAL PATTERN OF LIFE. IT IS HARD ENOUGH MAKING MY MONEY
WITHOUT SELLING CRACK COCAINE, OR HUSTLING ALONG THE MANY GUIDELINES
THAT I HAVE BEEN GROOMED FOR. I HAVE BEEN TO COUNTLESS FUNERALS, LOST 6
HOMEBOYS, AND MY FATHER THIS YEAR. I HAVE WALKED OFF THE SETT WITH MY
LIFE AND THAT IS SOMETHING THAT I AM THANKFUL FOR. ANYONE THAT TAKES MY
EXIT AS WEAKNESS BETTER CHECK MY PEDIGREE AND TRY TO LIVE UP TO MY
RECORD IN THE STREETS. I AM A LIVING LEGEND AND WILL BE AS LONG AS I AM
ALIVE. MY LEGEND WON’T DIE UNTIL THE DAY THAT I DIE. I NOW CAPTURE MY LIFE
WITH AN INK PEN AS THE DAYS GO BY. I VISITED THE HOOD AFTER I ATTENEDED EVILS
FUNERAL. ONCE AGAIN I WAS SURROUNDED BY MY BELOVED. IT REALLY FEELS
STRANGE TO BE AMONG THE NEIGHBORHOOD ROLLIN 20S AFTER NOT BEING AMONG
THEM FOR SO MANY MONTHS. THE LOVE IS STILL THERE. THEY COULD NEVER
FORGET O/G MADD RONALD. I HAD THE OPURTUNITY TO ONCE AGAIN HANG OUT AND
SHOOT THE SHIT WITH MY DOGS JAYBIRD, KRAZY KARL, MONSTER, QUICK, AND
KREOLE JUST TO NAME A FEW. I WAS GREETED BY HOMEGIRLS LIKE SAGE, HEEBOE,
MAXINE, LADY NSANE, BIG GRITTS, LIL GRITTS, AND LIL BIT. LIL BIT HAD TOLD ME
HOW SHE WAS IMPRESSED BY WHAT I HAD WRITTEN ABOUT ISEMAN A FEW MONTHS
BACK. LIFE IS SUCH A TRIP WHEN YOU ARE STANDING ON THE OUTSIDE THEN YOU
SUDDENLY JUMP BACK IN FOR THE MOMENT.

I CAME TO THE GREAT REALIZATION THAT NOTHING EVER CHANGES. THOSE THAT
WERE DOING BAD ARE STILL DOING BAD AND THOSE THAT ARE NOT ARE DOING
WORSE. EVIL IS NO LONGER AMONG US AND HE WAS TRULY A HOMIE AND HE IS
GOING TO BE MISSED. I CLOSE THIS COMPOSITION IN SADDNESS, AS I SHED TEARS
FOR EVIL. I LOVE YOU BLOOD. TO MY READERS AND SUPPORTERS MUCH LOVE AND
STAY SAFE. NO MATTER HOW BAD IT SEEMS, PROBLEMS ARE MEANT TO BE WORKED
OUT AND THE COURSE OF LIFE SHALL GRANT US PLENTY OF TIME TO WORK THEM
OUT. I AM FACING THE RED SUN AS IT SETS. NORTH BE TO MY RIGHT AND SOUTH BE
TO MY LEFT, AS EAST BE TO MY BACK AND I AM FACING WEST. I SHALL ALLOW THIS
COMPOSITION TO SOFTLY FADE OUT AS IF IT WERE THE RED SETTING SUN IN THE
WEST. MUCH LOVE TO YOU ALL. 20
MINUTES!

A MOMENT OF PHILOSOPHY: WE ARE ALL GRANTED THE GIFT OF A DAY IN ORDER TO
WORK OUT ALL OF OUR PROBLEMS, FOR THOSE THAT NEED MORE TIME YOUR GIFT
SHALL BE ANOTHER 24 HOURS AS SOON AS THE SUN RISES THE FOLLOWING
MORNING.

MY O/G HOMEBOY SANTA KLAUS WAS THE GREATEST STORYTELLER THAT I HAVE
EVER KNOWN. THE WAY THAT HE WOULD MAKE GESTURES WTH HIS HANDS AND HIS
BODY LANGUAGE WOULD HAVE YOU CONSTANTLY ANTICIPATING THE NEXT SERIES OF
STATEMENTS THAT SUPPORT HIS LAST SENTENCE. I WAS IN C.T.F (SOLEDAD STATE
PRISON) WITH KLAUS BACK IN THE 80′S. HE WOULD TELL STORIES ABOUT THE 20′S
AND 30′S WARFARE THAT WOULD BE SO CAPTIVATNG THAT, THERE WOULD BE
BLOODS GATHERED AROUND SAYING, THINGS LIKE, “THEN WHAT KLAUS?” HE MIGHT
TAKE AN HOUR TO TELL A LIE AND I WOULD SIT AND LISTEN BECAUSE HE WAS THAT
GOOD AT IT. I USE TO THINK THAT SANTA KLAUS USE TO LIKE TO RUN HIS MOUTH. SO,
HE TALKED A LOT. WHAT I DID NOT REALIZE WAS THAT SANTA KLAUS WAS ACTUALLY
PROLIFERATING THE BLOODS FROM THE 20′S .

HE WAS ABOUT 6 OR 7 YEARS OLDER THAN ME SO HE WAS A MUCH GREATER
HISTORIAN. HE WOULD SHARE THE HISTORY OF NEIGHBORHOOD R’20′S BLOODS
WITH BLOODS FROM ALL OVER CALIFORNIA. HE EDUCATED ALL OF US, GIVING THE
20′S A POSITION WITHIN THE ORGIN OF BLOOD HISTORY. HE ALWAYS SPOKE ON,
“BLOOD ALLEY.” BLOOD ALLEY WAS AN L.A. GANG THAT EXISTED IN THE 1950′S AND
60′S. THE MEMBERS OF BLOOD ALLEY, WERE THE ORIGINS OF OUR EXISTENCE. THEY
ARE THE PARENTS OF ROLLIN’ 20′S NEIGHBORHOOD. WE ARE THE EVOLUTION OF
BLOOD ALLEY. I WAS HAVING A CONVERSATION WITH KING SOLOMON (WHOM WAS
AN ORIGINAL MEMBER OF BLOOD ALLEY IN 1956). I HAD SAID TO HIM, THAT THEY
NEVER HAD ANY IDEA OF WHAT THINGS WOULD BE LIKE IN THESE DAYS. THEY HAD
NEVER REALIZED, HOW IMPORTANT BLOOD WOULD BE IN THE FUTURE DECADES TO
COME. THE FUNNY THING IS THAT, BLOOD ALLEY EXISTED LONG BEFORE THERE
WERE EVER CRIPS IN L.A. I CAN REMEMBER THE HOMIES. PARENTS SHOWING US
PICTURES OF THEM WHEN THEY WERE ON THE SETT. THE CRAZY THING IS THAT THEY
WERE ACTUALLY BLOODS. THEY WERE JUST BEFORE THEIR TIME.

THE ORIGIN OF BLOOD ALLEY CAME FROM AROUND THE AREA WHERE THE 10 (SANTA
MONICA) FREEWAY IS LOCATED NEAR NORMANDIE AVENUE. THAT WAS LONG
BEFORE THE FREEWAY WAS EVEN BUILT. THE O/G’S ALWAYS SPEAK OF 20TH AND
BUDLONG AND THE AREA AROUND NORMANDIE AND WASHINGTON. KLAUS TOLD US
HOW THE MEMBERS OF BLOOD ALLEY PASSED DOWN “BLOOD” TO US. HE TOLD US
HOW THE MEMBERS OF BLOOD ALLEY STARTED NEIGHBORHOOD AND HOW WE
INHERITED NEIGHBORHOOD AND THEN PASSED IT DOWN WITH A “B” ON IT, TO THE
Y/G’S. HE TOLD US HOW THE HOOD WAS STARTED AROUND 1971-72. WE DID NOT
EVOLVE FROM BRIM!! WE DID NOT EVOLVE FROM PIRU!! WE POSSESS OUR OWN
BLOOD HISTORY FROM OUR OWN HISTORICAL SECTION OF L.A. THE “B” HAS ALWAYS
BEEN IN THE 20′S, IN OUR MOUTHS AS WELL AS ON OUR MINDS. THE RED FLAG WAS
CARRIED BY BLOOD ALLEY AND PASSED DOWN TO NEIGHBORHOOD ROLLIN’ 20′S.
THE SAME CAPITAL “B” HANDSIGN THAT I USE TO REPRESENT BLOOD WITH, IS ALSO
THE “B” THAT MY O/G’S USED TO REPRESENT BLOOD ALLEY BACK IN THE OLD DAYS.

WHEN SANTA KLAUS DREW UP HIS CONCLUSION HE WOULD TAKE A STANCE AS IF HE
WAS STANDING ON HIS SQUARE AS HE POSITIONED HIS BIG FEET, THROW UP HIS
PINKY AND THUMB AND SAY, “I PUT THAT ON ROLLIN’ 20′S NEIGHBORHOOD BLOOD!!”
KLAUS TRULY HAD AN EXTRAORDINARY GIFT WHEN IT CAME TO PEOPLE. HE HAD SO
MUCH TALENT THAT HE KNEW NOT HOW TO HARNESS IT. SANTA KLAUS WAS KILLED IN
THE STREETS OF LOS ANGELES, AND EVERY BIT OF TALENT THAT HE POSSESED DIED
RIGHT ALONG WITH HIM. SANTA KLAUS HAD THE POTENTIAL TO BE ONE OF THE
GREATEST AMONG US, BUT HE DIED IN THE STREET AS ANOTHER WASTED TALENT.
SHALL I BE ANOTHER WASTED TALENT TO BE GUNNED DOWN IN THE STREET AS A
VICTIM OF THE CIRCUMSTANCES OF MY ENVIROMENT? SHALL IT BE MY FATE TO DIE
AS NOBODY WITH NOTHIN’? WILL I HAVE NO FOUNDATION TO PASS DOWN TO MY
CHILDREN THE DAY THAT I AM HAVE BEEN MURDERED ON ADAMS BLVD. I KNOW MY
FATE. I AM NO DIFFERENT THAN THOSE THAT LAYED IN THE COFFINS THAT I HAVE
CONSTANTLY BEEN PASSING AT THEIR FUNERALS IN THE PAST RECENT MONTHS.

THE MEMORIES AND THE SPIRIT OF ISEMAN STILL INHABIT WEST ADAMS. I JUST
CAPTURED A MOMENT IN TIME TODAY. I WAS SITTING IN THE GAS STATION WHERE HE
WAS KILLED AND REALIZED, TODAY IS 2 MONTHS THAT BLOOD HAS NOT BEEN AMONG
US. I CONSTANTLY THINK OF ISEMAN. HE WAS SOMEONE THAT HAD GROWN UP IN
THE SAME STREETS THAT I HAD. HE WAS SOMEONE THAT HAD PROBLEMS JUST THE
SAME AS ME, HE WAS SOMEONE DOING THE TYPE OF THINGS THAT I DO, AND HE WAS
SOMEONE GOING THROUGH THE SAME TYPE OF THINGS THAT I GO THROUGH. HE
WISHED FOR BETTER IN THE HOOD. IN OUR LAST CONVERSATION HE WANTED TO
KNOW, WHAT IT WAS THAT WE WOULD HAVE TO DO TO HAVE OUR OWN GANG
INTERVENTION PROGRAM, IN THE 20′S. JUST THE SAME AS I AM, ISEMAN WAS TIRED
OF ALL OF THE BULLSHIT.

HE KNEW THAT IT WAS UP TO US TO BRING ABOUT ANY CHANGE. THAT
CONVERSATION TOOK PLACE 24 HOURS BEFORE HIS DEATH. WE HAVE LOST A LINK IN
OUR CHAIN AND WE ARE STILL MENDING THAT BOND. EVERYONE IS STILL DISMAYED
AND CONFUSED. YOU SEE THE BLACK CLOUD OF DEATH HAS BEEN HOVERING ABOVE
THE 20′S ALL SUMMER. ISEMAN PASSED DURING “JUNE GLOOM,” HE DID NOT GET TO
SEE THE HOT TEMPERATURES THAT AND THE BRIGHT SUNNY DAYS THAT CAME AFTER
HIS PASSING. THE STREETS THAT WE COME FROM ARE THE HARSH REALITY OF LIFE.
IT GOES DOWN RIGHT OUT IN THE OPEN FOR THE WORLD TO WITNESS.

I HAVE BEEN THROUGH A LOT JUST AS WELL AS I HAVE SEEN A LOT. I SUFFER FROM
POST TRAUMATIC STRESS SYNDROME, CONSTANT ANXIETY, FRUSTRATION AND
EVERYBODY IS OUT TO GET ME. I WAS TALKIN’ WITH MY DRUNK ASS HOMIE HENDOG
ABOUT ISEMAN, AT THE THOUGHT OF THE LOSS OF ISE, HE TEARED UP AND CHOKED
ON HIS TEARS AS IF IT WAS JUNE 13TH ALL OVER AGAIN. IN THE PAST FEW MONTHS 5
ROLLIN’ 20′S BLOODS HAVE DIED. I CONSTANTLY ASK QUESTIONS, IS IT THAT BAD IN
WEST ADAMS (ONLY) OR IS THE REST OF L.A JUST AS BAD? I AM CONSTANTLY
LOOKING OVER MY SHOULDER, BUT DEATH AVOIDS ME, FOR DEATH IS A SNEAKY
MOTHERFUCKER. DEATH NEVER CLAIMS THOSE THAT ARE SITTING THERE WAITING
TO DIE. DEATH IS ALWAYS UNEXPECTED, EVEN WHEN YOU EXPECTED IT.

BLOOD IN, BLOOD OUT, I LIGHT MY BLUNT WITH A FLAMIN’ RED LIGHTER. I NOW SET
THE WORLD A FLAME TO BE SEEN IN VISIONS OF RED. I TAKE 2 LONG PULLS FOR THE
20′S AND I BLOW RED SMOKE ALL IN THE AIR. DON’T JUDGE ME BECAUSE I GET HIGH
TO GET BY. YOU SEE THERE IS A WAR GOING ON IN MY NEIGHBORHOOD. THERE IS
NO RELIEF. THERE IS NO AIDE. THERE IS NO HUMANITARIANISM. IF YOU CAN’T
BELIEVE THERE IS A WAR GOING ON IN L.A., GET THE STATISTICS ON HOW MANY
PEOPLE HAVE BEEN SHOT, INJURED OR KILLED AS A RESULT OF GANG ACTIVITY IN
L.A. WITHIN THE LAST 30 YEARS. IF YOU DON’T THINK THESE ARE SOME OF THE
ROUGHEST STREETS IN THE WORLD, LAST YEAR LOS ANGELES WAS THE MURDER
CAPITAL OF THE UNITED STATES. 40 TO 60 PRECENT OF THAT MURDER RATE WAS
ATTRIBUTED TO THE GANGS OF LOS ANGELES.

THERE IS A LOT GOING ON AND A LOT MORE GOING DOWN. THE YOUNGSTERS WANT
STRIPES SO THEY PULL GUNS ON THE O/G’S, THE O/G’S LEFT THEM NO GUIDANCE OR
DIRECTION TO FOLLOW, SO NOW THEY ALL ARE IN THE STREETS WITH THEIR GUNS
DRAWN. ONCE AGAIN I HAVE GOT TO DEAL WITH MY POST TRAUMATIC STRESS
SYNDROME BY TAKING 2 MORE LONG PULLS FROM THE BUD, BLOOD. I STILL SAY TO
YOU, “DON’T JUDGE ME BBECAUSE I GET HIGH TO GET BY.” “B” THE DEATH OF ME AT
THE HANDS OF A YOUNG GANG MEMBER WEARING BLUE, I WILL ONLY PROLIFERATE
HIS ALPHA AND MY OMEGA. WHO KNOWS? IN THE END I MAY BE WORTH A STRIPE OR
2 TO A YOUNG CRIP. I STAY HIGH, THIS IS MY ONLY VEHICLE TO TAKE ME FROM
REALITY. WHEN MY HEAD FEELS LIKE IT IS GOING TO EXPLODE FROM THE STRESS,
ANXIETY, FRUSTRATION, REALITY AND BULLSHIT, I FIRE UP A BLUNT OF THE
CALIFORNIA “MEAN GREEN.” I ROLL A FAT ASS BLUNT, THIS IS MY ESCAPE. DON’T
JUDGE ME BECAUSE I GET HIGH TO GET BY, I AM A VICTIM OF THE CIRCUMSTANCES
OF MY ENVIROMENT.

MY NERVES ARE BAD, I AM SHELL SHOCKED, AND I HAVE HAD MORE THAN 50
ATTEMPTS ON MY LIFE. I HAVE GOOD REASON TO BE PARANOID. I HAVE BEEN SHOT
IN THE STREETS OF LOS ANGELES, I HAVE BEEN IN THIS FIGHT FOR ALMOST 3
DECADES NOW. IN MY OPINION, I NEED TO TAKE 2 MORE PULLS OF MY BLUNT,
BECAUSE MY POST TRAUMATIC STRESS IS MOUNTING AS I SPEAK. ONCE AGAIN
THERE IS RED SMOKE IN THE AIR. THE WORLD STARTS TO SPIN, MY MIND STARTS TO
WANDER. I DON’T NEED ANY DOCTORS PRESCRIBING ME ANY DEPRESSANTS OR
ANTI-DEPRESSANTS FOR MY POST TRAUMATIC STRESS SYNDROME. THE WEED IS
JUST FINE AND IF THE PRESSURE MOUNTS, I WILL HAVE A DOUBLE SHOT EXPRESSO
FROM STARBUCKS TO BOOST MY HIGH. I DEAL WITH MY STRESS A LOT BETTER THAN
MOST OTHERS. I KNOW GANG MEMBERS THAT ARE WORSE OFF THAN THE OLD
VIETNAM VETS. THERE IS SOMETHING ABOUT, WHAT THE CONDITIONS OF WAR DO TO
THE MIND OF A MAN. SOME HAVE TURNED TO ALCOHOL, SOME ARE HOOKED ON
COCAINE, SOME SMOKE SHERM. FOR ME TO FLAME UP MY BLUNT AND HAVE A CUP
OF STRONG COFFEE. I THINK I DEAL WITH MINE QUITE WELL. WE ALL ARE TRYING TO
ESCAPE REALITY AS BEST WE CAN. SO JUST FOR ME TO FORGET THE WORLD IS
SPINNING SO FAST WHILE STRESS, ANXIETY AND FRUSTRATION CAUSE MY
DEPPRESSION, ” I GET HIGH TO GET BY.” I GREW UP IN A NEIGHBORHOOD WHERE
L.A.P.D. WOULD DRIVE THROUGH WITH A BLUE RAG TIED TO THE ANTENNA OF THIER
POLICE CAR. L.A.P.D. USE TO PICK UP BLOODS AND DROP THEM OFF IN CRIP
NEIGHBORHOODS, JUST AS WELL AS THEY USE TO PICK UP CRIPS AND DROP THEM
OFF IN BLOOD NEIGHBORHOODS, AND THIS WAS ALWAYS DONE WHERE EVER THE
RIVAL GANG HUNG OUT. RIGHT IN FRONT OF THEM SO YOU WERE LEFT TO FEND FOR
YOURSELF. I HAVE BEEN BEAT UP AND SET UP BY THE SAME PEOPLE WHOS JOB IT IS
TOO PROTECT AND SERVE ME.

I AM AMONG L.A.’S O/G BLOODS. WE ARE BECOMING FEWER AND FEWER FROM
FUNERAL TO FUNERAL. WHEN I AM PAYING MY RESPECTS TO MY BLOODS, I CAN’T
HELP NOTICING THAT THERE IS ALWAYS ONE LESS OF US THAT IS PRESENT AND
ACCOUNTED FOR. THE MASSES ARE LED BY THE FEW, BUT THE FEW ARE BECOMING
FEWER.

I AM THE ” NOTORIOUS MADD RONALD1,” THERE ARE GENERATIONS OF ROLLIN’ 20′S
NEIGHBORHOOD BLOODS UNDER ME. I AM RELATED TO THE 20′S THROUGH BLOOD
AND HISTORY. IN 1976, I WAS UNDER THE O/G’S, AS THE YOUNGEST HOMEBOY. NOW
IT IS 2003, HOW MANY ROLLIN’ 20′S NHB’S ARE UNDER ME ? THE OUTLAW ROLLIN’
20′S AND THE BRIMS ARE MY BLOOD BROTHERS JUST AS WELL AS THE
BLACK-P-STONE NATION ARE MY “PEOPLE.” THERE ARE A LOT OF HATERS, BUT WHO
GIVES A FUCK; THEY HAVE GOT TO EXIST. YOU NEVER KNOW HOW TIGHT YOUR SHIT
REALLY IS, UNTIL YOU GOT SOME NO BUSINESS-HAVIN’ ASS HATER ALL UP IN YOUR
SHIT. YOU HAVE GOT TO BE DOIN’ SOMETHIN’ RIGHT FOR ANOTHER PERSON TO FEEL
YOU TO BE IMPORTANT ENOUGH TO BE CONSTANTLY ON THEIR MINDS AND YOUR
NAME ALWAYS IN THEIR MOUTHS.

SOME MOTHERFUCKERS AIN’T GOT NOTHIN’ BETTER TO DO, SO WHEN YOU SEE A
HATER, BE AS IMPORTANT AS YOU KNOW HOW TO BE. GIVE THE HATER SOMETHIN TO
TALK ABOUT, BECAUSE HE WILL BE SPEAKIN’ ON YOU ANYWAY. LET ME TAKE THIS
TIME TO GET SOMETHING STRAIGHT, BLOOD IS BLOOD!! THERE ARE NO
DIFFERENCES IN BLOODS, WE JUST COME FROM A BUNCH OF DIFFERENT PLACES. IF
YOU ARE FROM PIRU, YOU ARE A BLOOD. IF YOU ARE FROM BRIM, YOU ARE A
BLOOD, IF YOU ARE FROM FAMILY YOU ARE A BLOOD. THERE ARE BLOODS ALL
OVER THE WORLD THESE DAYS. IT IS TRUE THAT THERE IS INTERNAL STRIFE TAKING
PLACE IN OUR FAMILY, BLOOD IS STILL BLOOD. SOME HAVE FORGOTTEN THEIR
COMMITTMENTS AS BLOODS, SOME HAVE FORGOTTEN THAT BLOOD REPS
BROTHERHOOD, UNITY AND SOLIDARITY. BLOOD EVOLVES FROM RESISTANCE,
SOCIAL DISCONTENTMENT, AND OPPRESION. FROM THE BLOOD MODULE OF L.A.
COUNTY JAIL TO THE DEPTHS OF RIKERS ISLAND BLOOD IS LOVE, BLOOD IS FOR
LIFE. FROM THE ROLLIN’ 20′S NHBLOODS IN WEST ADAMS (L.A.) TO THE ROLLIN’ 20′S
NHBLOODS OF ELIZABETH (EASTWICK), NEW JERSEY AND BROOKLYN (FLATBUSH),
NEW YORK, WE BANG THE “B” 2 HARD TIMES FOR ROLLIN’ 20′S NEIGHBORHOOD
BLOODS, FROM COAST TO COAST. AS A SIGN OF RESPECT, I PASS THE FLAG TO THE
ROLLIN’ 20′S BLOODS ON THE EASTCOAST AND I ACKNOWLEDGE AND HONOR THEM.
BLOOD IS JUST AS MUCH A PART OF THEM AS IT IS PART OF ME.

FROM THE WESTCOAST BEACHES OF THE PACIFIC OCEAN TO THE EASTERN SEA
SHORES OF THE ATLANTIC OCEAN, BLOOD IS LOVE!! FROM BELIZE TO CANADA YOU
ARE MY BLOODS SO YOU ARE MY BROTHERS. I ALWAYS POSSESS A POSITIVE
ENERGY WHEN I AM GREETED BY MY BLOODS WITH THE UTMOST RESPECT. THERE
ARE BLOODS WITH CODES, THERE ARE BLOODS WITH RANKS. SOME BLOODS GET
DOWN WITH 5 POINTS. THERE ARE EVEN BLOODS ON NATIVE RESERVATIONS. THERE
ARE BLOODS IN EVERY PENITENTIARY. FROM SAN DIEGO TO L.A. WE ARE SO
DIFFERENT BUT STILL WE ARE ONE IN THE SAME, BLOOD IS LOVE AND BLOOD IS FOR
LIFE!! I WOULD CALL YOU “DOG” YOU WOULD CALL ME “HOUND” IT’S ALL GOOD. IF
WE WERE IN THE PEN YOU MIGHT CALL ME ” DAMU,” BUT SINCE I AM IN THE STREETS
OF THE 20′S JUST CALL ME “BLOOD.”

THE PHILOSOPHY OF THE BLOOD IS BASED ON THE BLOOD BROTHERHOOD. MUCH
LOVE TO THE BLOODS ON THE EASTCOAST. IT IS AN HONOR TO KNOW OF THE
PRESERVATION OF OUR BLOOD HISTORY THAT IS TAKING PLACE THERE. IT IS AN
HONOR TO BE CONTACTED BY BLOODS FROM SO MANY DIFFERENT PLACES, TO
LEARN THAT, WHICH I DON’T MIND SHARING. IT IS IN THE NATURAL ORDER OF LIFE TO
PROTECT THE KNOWLEDGE. WHENEVER I AM ADDRESSING THE ISSUES WHATEVER
THEY MAY BE, THOSE THAT ARE INQUISITIVE, CURIOUS, OR THOSE THAT ARE HUNGRY
FOR THE TRUTH FORM A NATURAL FORMATION AROUND ME, AS IF I WAS I WAS THE
PREACHER IN THE CHURCH ON SUNDAY MORNING. YOU SEE WHENEVER YOU START
SPEAKING THE TRUTH THE KNOWLEDGE WILL SHIELD YOU FROM IGNORANCE

THERE IS NO TELLING WHAT THE FATE OF SOMEONE THAT WOULD DISRESPECT OR
INTERUPT THAT KNOWLEDGE WOULD BE. I DON’T REMEMBER HALF OF THE THINGS
THAT COME OUT OF MY MOUTH, BUT WHEN I AM SPEAKING EVERYONE REGARDS MY
WORDS AS GOSPEL. SOME BLOODS ARE GOING THROUGH FRATERNAL DISPUTES,
BUT WITH PRAYER AND GUIDANCE I HOPE TO SEE THAT SOON CEASE. FOR THE
RECORD THERE ARE NO DIFFFERNCES IN EAST AND WEST COAST BLOODS OR ANY
BLOOD ANYWHERE ELSE. BLOODS IN THE EAST CAN’T DISLIKE THE BLOODS FROM
L.A. WE ARE THE ORIGIN OF BLOOD. WE LAYED THE GROUND FOUNDATION BUT WE
DID NOT KNOW THAT BLOOD WOULD BE SO POWERFUL IN THE FUTURE. WE ARE THE
PIONEERS OF THE WESTERN FRONTIER A.K.A. THE WILD WILD WEST!! THERE IS NO
ONE BLOOD HISTORY, BECAUSE BLOOD WAS FELT IN SO MANY DIFFERENT WAYS, IN
SO MANY DIFFERENT PLACES.THERE WERE OUTLAWS, BLOOD ALLEY, PIRUS, BRIMS,
AND ATHENS PARK, WHERE DO WE START?

THAT IS NOT EVERYBODY SO IF YOU REP A HOOD FROM L.A. LEARN ABOUT YOUR
HOOD. YOU WILL NEVER GET A UNIFIED BLOOD HISTORY. THERE ARE SO MANY
BLOODS THAT HAVE SO MANY DIFFERENT HISTORIES, BUT ALL OF THEIR HISTORIES
ARE TRUE. WE ARE ALL VERY DIFFERENT, BUT WE ARE STILL ONE IN THE SAME. I AM
TOO YOUNG TO HAVE BEEN THERE WHEN IT ALL STARTED TAKING PLACE, BUT I CAME
NOT TOO LONG AFTER IT ALL GOT STARTED. THE BLOODS IN LOS ANGELES DON’T
DISLIKE THE BLOODS FROM THE EASTCOAST. WE ARE JUST LEARNING OF Y’ALL. HOW
CAN WE DISLIKE WHAT WE DON’T REALLY KNOW ABOUT?

THE EASTCOAST HAS TAKEN BLOOD TO ANOTHER LEVEL OF THE GAME. BLOOD IS
STUDIED, HISTORY IS RECITED AND THE PROTOCOL IS ADMINISTERED FIRMLY. THE
HISTORY THAT I SPEAK OF IS HELD LIKE BIBLICAL SCRIPTURE, WHEN IT REACHES
PLACES LIKE NEW YORK AND NEW JERSEY. OUR SETTS ARE REPRODUCING OUT OF
THE RESPECT THAT THE BLOODS HAVE FOR US ON THE EASTCOAST. ANY BLOOD
THAT SPEAK OF ANOTHER BLOOD SETT IN DEROGATORY SHALL BE VIEWED AS A
CRIP. ANY BLOOD SPREADING HATE FROM BLOOD TO BLOOD SHALL BE VIEWED AS A
CRIP. ANY BLOOD UNWILLING TO DEAL WITH THEIR OWN MAN ISSUES, THAT MUST
ALWAYS INVOLVE THE MASSES IN THEIR PERSONAL BUSINESS SHALL BE VIEWED
JUST THE SAME AS A CRIP. ANY REAL BLOOD MUST FIRST BE ABLE TO STAND ALONE
BEFORE THEY CAN STAND INSIDE OF THE CROWD. NOW READ THIS!! COPY!! TAKE IT
BACK TO THE HOOD WITH YOU!! SHARE THE KNOWLEDGE WITH YOUR HOMIES!! WHEN
ASKED, WHERE DID YOU GET THIS INFORMATION FROM? YOU TELL THEM THAT YOU
GOT IT FROM, O/G/B MADD RONALD1 ROLLIN’ 20′S NEIGHBORHOOD BLOODS. FOR
THOSE THAT DISAGREE, FOR THOSE THAT AIN’T GOT NOTHIN’ BUT HATE FOR ME, YOU
KNOW WHERE TO FIND ME (THE WESTSIDE 20′S). I AIN’T NEVER GONNA PLEASE
EVERYBODY, SO WHY SHOULD I TRY?

WE ARE ALL FIGHTING TO LIVE AND WE ARE LIVING TO DIE. WE ARE BLOOD, BLOOD IS
WHAT MAKES A FAMILY OF MANY BECOME A NATION OF ONE. WHEN I DIE, DRAPE MY
COFFIN WITH A 20 FOOT RED FLAG. LET IT NOT BE A LONG DRIVE, FOR THE
CEMETARY IS ONLY ON NORMANDIE AND WASHINGTON. HOLD MY SERVICE AT ONE
OF THE BIG CHURCHES ON ADAMS BLVD. MAY MY BODY BE TRANSPORTED TO
ROSEDALE CEMETARY BY HORSE DRAWN CARRIAGE. LET THOSE THAT LOVED ME
NOT DRIVE TO THE GRAVEYARD. ALLOW THEM TO TAKE THIS LAST STROLL TOGETHER
AS THEY FOLLOW WHAT IS NOW THE DEAD BODY OF MADD RONALD1, DOWN ADAMS
BLVD. THEY WILL REMEMBER HIM FOR ALL OF THE SELFLESS ACTS THAT HE
COMMITTED, IN HIS SHORT TIME ON EARTH. THERE WILL BE NO NEED FOR TEARS,
BECAUSE WHATEVER PAIN HE FELT IN LIFE, HE NO LONGER WILL FEEL IN DEATH.
EVERYONE THAT HAS EVER HAD THE CHANCE TO MEET MADD RONALD WILL
REMEMBER HIM AS A MAGICAL PERSON THAT POSSESSED AN EXTRAORDINARY
ENERGY, THAT CAPTIVATED THE MINDS OF ALL THAT HAVE EVER COME IN CONTACT
WITH HIM.

THE QUESTION IS, WAS I JUST ANOTHER WASTED TALENT? AS MASSES OF PEOPLE
FILL THE STREET, AS IF THIS WAS A PARADE, THE PEOPLE OF WEST ADAMS WOULD
HAVE THEIR LAST CHANCE TO PAY THEIR RESPECTS TO A REAL O/G THAT TRULY
LOVED EVERYONE. NO ONE WOULD EVER UNDERSTAND WHAT HIS PURPOSE WAS ON
EARTH. ON THAT DAY MADD RONALD WILL BE DEAD AND HISTORY WILL HAVE TO
WRITE ITSELF. THIS WILL BE MY LAST STROLL, THE LAST MARCH. EVERYONE KNOWS
HOW MUCH I LOVE TO BE ON THE BOULEVARD. THIS WILL BE MY LAST PASS-THRU.
THERE WILL BE A 21 GUN SALUTE AT THE CEMETARY, AS BLOODS FROM ALL OVER
THE WORLD STAND IN SILENCE. FOR SOME THE ONLY SIGHT THAT THEY WILL EVER
HAVE OF THE NOTORIOUS MADD RONALD1 IS WHAT THEY SAW LAYIN’ IN THE COFFIN.
SOME WILL BE TOTAL STRANGERS. SOME WILL ONLY KNOW OF HIM FROM
WHATEVER THEY HAD READ FROM HIM ON THE INTERNET. SOME WILL FEEL THAT
THEY DID KNOW ME, BECAUSE OF THE GREAT IMPACT THAT HIS WRITING HAS HAD ON
THEIR LIVES. THE SHOVELS WILL ALL HAVE RED FLAGS TIED AROUND THEIR HANDLES
AS THEY ARE PASSED FROM BLOOD TO BLOOD. EVERYONE WILL WANT TO PAY THEIR
LAST RESPECT TO ME, BY MAKING SURE THAT THEY BURIED ME PROPERLY.
HOMEBOYS AND HOMEGIRLS WILL TAKE TURNS HELPING TO BURY ME AS A LAST
SIGN OF RESPECT.

I WATCHED “SCHOOLHOUSE ROCK” IN THE LIVINGROOM ON SATURDAY MORNING AS
I PLAYED WITH MY HOT WHEELS TRACK.. MY FATHER AND HIS (PLAYER) PARTNERS
SIT AROUND THE DINING ROOM TABLE TOSSIN’ UP THE GAME, WHILE BREAD IS
BROKEN. SAM COOKE IS CROONING OVER THE COMPONENT SET ON A 45′. HE SAYS,”
IT’S BEEN A LONG TIME, BUT CHANGE IS GONNA COME.” STRUGGLES ARE BRED
THROUGH POVERTY AND OPPRESSION ADD SOCIAL DISCONTENT AND BLOOD WILL
EVOLVE. FROM THE AIR THAT I BREATHE TO THE BLOOD THAT I BLEED, BLOOD IS FOR
LIFE. MUCH LOVE TO ALL OF MY BLOOD BROTHERS AND SISTERS BECAUSE BLOOD IS
LOVE (BLOODLOVE). I NOW TAKE 2 FINAL PULLS FROM THE BLUNT AS I BLOW RED
SMOKE IN THE AIR, FOR THE LAST TIME. ONCE AGAIN, I FORM MY FINGERS AND
THUMB INTO A CAPITAL “B”, I BANG THAT “B” AGAINST MY HEART 2 HARD TIMES FOR
ROLLIN’ 20′S NEIGHBORHOOD BLOODS, I THEN KISS THAT “B” AND EXTEND IT
TOWARD THE RED SUN. “B” SAFE 20 MINUTES.

A MOMENT OF PHILOSOPHY: TO EXIST IS TO CO-EXIST WITH OTHERS NO MATTER
WHAT THEIR DIFFERENCES OR OPPOSITIONS ARE. SO GOOD AND EVIL MUST
COINCIDE IN ORDER TO EXIST.

EVERY HUMAN BEING SHARES 2 COMMON FEARS, FEAR OF THEMSELVES AND FEAR OF THE UNKNOWN. I SAY OURSELVES, BECAUSE AT ONE TIME OR ANOTHER IN OUR LIVES WE ALL HAVE GOT TO DEAL WITH THE DEMONS THAT LURK WITHIN OUR MINDS. WHEN A MAN IS LOCKED AWAY FROM THE WORLD AND ISOLATED THE ONLY PERSON THAT HE HAS TO CONTEND WITH IS HIMSELF. WHEN THAT SAME ISOLATED MAN INFLICTS GREAT BODILY INJURY TO HIMSELF, WHO WAS HIS WORSE ENEMY? WAS IT OR WAS IT NOT HIMSELF? THE SUBCONSCIOUS MIND IS CAPABLE OF AWAKENING AN AVALANCHE OF GUILT. OLD MEMORIES CAN SOMETIMES BE YOUR WORSE NIGHTMARE. WHEN I WAS AN ADMINISTRATIVE SEGREGATION INMATE IN ONE OF CALIFORNIAS PRISONS, I HAD TO CONTEND WITH MYSELF. THE THOUGHTS AND MEMORIES OF THE PAST FLOODED MY MIND. I HAD NOT YET REALIZED THAT I NOW HAD A DAUGHTER THAT I HAD TO LIVE FOR. I WAS STILL YOUNG MYSELF. I THINK I WAS 20 YEARS OLD. THE FIRST TIME THAT I HAD SEEN RONISHA, SHE WAS 1 YEAR OLD. SHE HAD NO IDEA, WHO THIS STRANGER WAS THAT HAD PICKED HER UP. SHE HAD NOT KNOWN THAT NOW SHE HAD SOMEONE ELSE IN HER LIFE, THAT WOULD GIVE THEIR OWN LIFE IN ORDER TO SEE HER LIVE. SO YOU KNOW THAT I HAD DEMONS TO DEAL WITH WHEN I WAS IN THAT HOLE. I REMEMBERED ALL OF THE JOY AND PAIN OF THE PAST THAT WAS MEANT TO BE DEALT WITH BY THE PERSON THAT FELT IT. THE UNKNOWN IS ANOTHER DEFINITE FACTOR OF FEAR. EVERYONE HAS HAD A FEAR OF THE UNKNOWN. THE SENSE OF NOT KNOWING WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN NEXT. WHEN IT IS TIME TO BE SENTENCED OR FOUND GUILTY OR INNOCENT BY A JUDGE OR A JURY IS BASED ON THE FEAR OF THE UNKNOWN, BECAUSE IT INVOLVES WAITING FOR A VERDICT. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER FOR SHIT TO JUST JUMP OFF AND HAPPEN, AT LEAST IT HAPPENED BEFORE YOU KNEW IT. THERE WAS NO TIME TO THINK ABOUT IT. THAT’S THE BEST WAY. NO STRESS, NO TENSION. WHENEVER YOU ENTER A ROOM FULL OF STRANGERS, YOU GET AN UNEASY FEELING ABOUT BEING THERE. THAT’S PARTIALLY THE FEAR OF THE UNKNOWN COMBINED WITH THE NEED OF ACCEPTANCE. YOUR FEAR OF THE UNKNOWN WILL DISAPPEAR ONCE YOU HAVE BEEN ACCEPTED INTO THAT GROUP OF PEOPLE. EVERYONE HAS A GREAT NEED OF ACCEPTANCE. WHEN YOU GO ON A JOB INTERVIEW, YOU ARE WORRIED ABOUT THE INTERVIEWER ACCEPTING YOU. IF YOU GET THE JOB YOU ARE WORRIED ABOUT YOUR CO-WORKERS ACCEPTING YOU. THE CYCLE NEVER STOPS. ACCEPTANCE IS NECESSARY INSIDE OF ANY SOCIAL ENVIROMENT. EVEN THOUGH I AM O/G/B MADD RONALD1 FROM NEIGHBORHOOD ROLLIN’ 20’S NEIGHBORHOOD BLOODS AND YOU ARE WHOEVER YOU ARE, THERE ARE NO DIFFERENCES BETWEEN THE 2 OF US. IN YOUR EYES YOU CAN’T SEE ANY CIVILITY OR INTELLECT AMIDST L.A.’S MASSES OF GANG MEMBERS. HERE I STAND BEFORE YOU, STRAIGHT FROM THE STREETS OF WEST ADAMS (LOS ANGELES). AM I A SCHOLAR OF WHAT I SPEAK? CHALLENGE MY INTELLECT AND FIND OUT. BUDDHA COULD HAVE CHOSEN TO LOOK AT LIFE THROUGH A CLOSED WINDOW, BUT INSTEAD HE CHOSE TO LIVE IT FOR HIMSELF. I WRITE TO YOU FROM THE DEPTHS OF L.A.’S UNDERBELLY OF GANGSTERISM. I DWELL THE STREETS OF WEST ADAMS AMONG MY BLOOD BROTHERS. ISEMAN WAS AMONG MY BLOOD BRETHREN, WE WERE HOMEGROWN BLOODS STRAIGHT OUT OF THE 20’S. I THINK IT ALL STARTED FOR ME WHEN I WAS 8 YEARS OLD; I AM 36 YEARS OLD NOW. I AM ORIGINALLY A BI-CENTENIAL BLOOD. 1976 WAS THE BI-CENTENIAL YEAR. EVERYBODY THAT ALREADY BANGED BEFORE 1976 WERE CONSIDERED O/G’S. THOSE OF US THAT CAME ON THE SETT IN 1976 AND AFTER WERE CONSIDERED BI-CENTENIAL. THAT WAS ACTUALLY A TERM OF DISRESPECT LIKE CALLING SOMEONE NEW BOOTY. IT IS NOW 28 YEARS LATER. I TAKE PRIDE IN THE FACT THAT I WAS A BI-CENTENIAL BLOOD. NOW I AM AN O/G AND NO ONE HAS THE RIGHTS TO CALL ME A BI-CENTENIAL. I REMEMBER THE FUNK FESTIVAL AT THE L.A. COLISEUM. I REMEMBER RIDING THE R.T.D. (BUS) CARRYING MY BIG ASS GHETTO BLASTER RADIO, WHILE 1580 KDAY WAS BUMPIN’ KNEE DEEP BY PARLIMENT. THIS BLOOD SHIT BELONGS TO ME. I LIVED IT, I BANGED IT. WE WERE THE CHANGING OF THE GUARD IN L.A. WE WERE THE GENERATION THAT BROUGHT IT ALL TO THE TABLE. BLOOD IS FOR LIFE. I DIDN’T HAVE TO WATCH THE NEWS TO KNOW WHAT WAS GOING ON IN THE WORLD. THE WORLD WAS GOING ON RIGHT OUTSIDE MY FRONT DOOR. I AM A SURVIVOR. WHAT MAKES A SURVIVOR IS THE FACT THAT HE KNEW WHAT IT TOOK TO STAY ALIVE FOR ALL OF THESE YEARS. IF HE DIDN’T, SOMEONE WOULD HAVE KILLED HIM BY NOW. MY FATHER ALWAYS TOLD ME THAT, “FOOLS DIE YOUNG.” I HAVE BEEN A BLOOD FROM THE 20’S FOR THE PAST 28 YEARS, DOES THAT MAKE ME A FOOL? I READ SOMEWHERE THAT,” YOUNG MEN ARE FOR WAR AND OLD MEN ARE FOR COUNSEL.” THE OLD WILL EVENTUALLY PERISH AND THE YOUNG WILL INHERIT THE EARTH. THOSE THAT SURVIVE WILL BE THE OLD WISEMEN THAT COUNSEL WAR. LET ME TAKE THIS SHIT BACK TO THE HOOD FOR YOU. A PINKY AND A THUMB LACED WITH 2 FINGERS,IF YOU DIDN’T KNOW HOW IT WAS DONE. IF YOU STILL DON’T KNOW I BANG THAT WITH A CAPITAL “B”. YOU SEE NO MATTER HOW TALENTED I MAY BE, I HAVE GOT TO KEEP IT REAL SO YOU KNOW THAT I HAVE GOT TO KEEP THE “B” IN IT. MY BLOODS KNOW JUST WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT. BERISOUSLY, WE “B” BICKIN’ BACK & “B”IN’ BOOL. Chillin’ on 23rd Street in the N’s, 2003 I AM NOT SOME FAKE ASS INTERNET GANGSTER! I WALK THE TURF AND BANG THE “B” EVERYDAY. THE INTERNET IS JUST SOMETHING THAT I STUMBLED UPON. I DIDN’T THINK I HAD ANY WRITING TALENTS, I WAS JUST FUCKIN’ AROUND WHEN I HAD WRITTEN “THE WAR ON US FROM WITHIN US.” SINCE THEN THERE HAS BEEN A GREAT DEMAND TO READ MY WRITING. SOMEDAY, I MIGHT STOP PROCRANSTINATING AND FINALLY PUBLISH A BOOK OF SOME SORT. I WOULD HAVE THE CHANCE TO EXPOSE THE WORLD TO THE HARSH REALITY OF MY WORLD. I WOULD LOVE TO CONSOLIDATE MY STREET CREDENTIALS ALONG WITH MY RESPECT AND STAND BEFORE THE PUBLIC ELABORATING ON GANG POLITICS. THAT WOULD BE MY SPECIALTY. I WOULD HAVE THE CHANCE TO SHARE MY VIEWS AND OPINIONS WITH THE PUBLIC. I COULD END UP AT YOUR CHILDS SCHOOL BEING INTEROGATED BY A CLASS OF 12 YEAR OLDS, THAT WANT TO KNOW, FOR WHAT REASONS SHOULD THEY NOT GANG BANG? I HAD ONCE SPOKEN TO A CLASS OF TEENS AT A PROBATION SCHOOL ON CRENSHAW BLVD IN L.A. I MIGHT DECIDE TO MAKE PUBLIC SPEAKING MY JOB SOMEDAY. EVEN THOUGH MY VIEWS MAY BE ADVERSE AND OUTSIDE OF THE BOX, DON’T YOU EVER FORGET THAT I AM STILL A BLOOD. I AM KEEPIN’ THE “B” IN IT STAYIN’ O/G WESTSIDE NEIGHBORHOOD ROLLIN’ 20’S BLOOD. FOR ALL OF YOU NON-BELIEVERS,CHECK OUT MY GANGSTA ASS FLICK. THAT IS HOW WE ARE GETTIN’ DOWN IN THE DOVES. THE LOWRIDER BELONGS TO Y/G/B QUICK FROM WESTSIDE NEIGHBORHOOD ROLLIN 20’S BLOODS. SO IF YOU COME THROUGH THE 20’S TALKIN’ LOWRIDIN’ DON’T BE SURPRISED IF A “DOVELIFE” PLAQUE PASSES YOU ON 3 WHEELS. SO BE PREPARED AND KEEP YOUR BATTERIES HOT. THE HOMEBOY JAYBIRD MIGHT COME FLOATIN’ THROUGH IN THE ‘LAK ON GOLD DAYTONS ROLLIN’ ON 3 WHEELS. IN THIS PICTURE YOU SEE THE PINKY AND THUMB, ALONG WITH THOSE 2 FINGERS THAT I ALWAYS SPEAK OF. I AM ON YAHOO AND AOL MESSENGER (ronr20s) and MSN MESSENGER (MADRONR20S) EVERY NIGHT AFTER 12:00 MIDNIGHT(WEST COAST TIME). EVERYBODY IS GOOD FOR 5 OR 10 MINUTES TO CHAT, SO HOLLA. I HAVE GOT TO THANK THE HOMEBOYS AND HOMEGIRLS FROM THE 20’S FOR HONORING MY BIRTHDAY (AUGUST 2ND) DOVE LOVE TO YOU ALL. I WISH THAT I COULD REPRESENT THE “B” BY BANGIN ‘ROLLIN’ 20’S NEIGHBORHOOD BLOOD FOREVER, BUT THEN THE STRESS AND REALITY OF LIFE KICK ME IN THE ASS AND BRING ME BACK DOWN TO EARTH.TO THE WORLD MUCH LOVE. KEEP READING FROM THE PAGES OF THIS BLOODS. LIFE. STAY SAFE. O/G/B MADD RONALD1 NEIGHBORHOOD BLOODS ROLLIN’ 20’S A MOMENT OF PHILOSOPHY: TREASURE YOUR MEMORIES OVER YOUR MONEY. IN DEATH YOU WILL BE TAKING YOUR MEMORIES WITH YOU, NOT YOUR MONEY.